Lord Mettlebright’s Man
Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the one who rarely speaks, even in speaking form.
Chapter Thirteen: Feline of Few Words
Jacques hadn’t climbed a tree since his tomboy days, but the half-forgotten skill proved true. He was intact, which was more than he could say for his pants. Seams had ripped, and bark was chaffing. Small matters compared to the lurid gaze of Sansa’s red-eyed beast.
“A little help here!”
Stately House’s security guard stepped through the undergrowth. He wasn’t really Jacques’ type, but brawny, brooding, and bashful had never looked better.
“Mr. Deece, I could kiss you. That feline attacked me!”
“She was only teasing.”
“Of course you’d take her side.” Then Jacques squawked in outrage. “You. Speak. English!”
Posted: October 13, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Thirteen: Guarded
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.