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’s taking responsibility.
A Quiet Evening at Home
Weak and wilting, Jacques became something the cat dragged in. He failed to struggle against the indignity. Probably because the brawny, brooding, bashful idiot was petting his hair.
Deece carried him into Michael’s office. “Tonight. He needs tending.”
“You’ve always preferred privacy,” Michael countered.
“I hurt him.”
“Are you hurt?” The reaver hurried forward.
Deece mumbled, “Not injury. Neglect.”
“Ah.” Michael nodded. “Jacques, will you join us tonight?”
“We stay in—bathing, grooming, tending, and sleep.”
Jacques’ gaze darted between them. “You sleep together?”
“Every other week or so, according to Deece’s needs.”
“Lord. Does your wife know?”
Posted: October 15, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Fifteen: Weak
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.