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 for the one with tradition on his side.
Wallowing in Ignorance
“All right, there?” Michael remarked, “You’re very quiet.”
“I’m brilliant,” Jacques lied. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Deece is clearly concerned, and I trust his senses over my own.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Ask me anything.”
Jacques bit his lip so hard, it would be swollen. “I don’t even know what to ask.”
After a lengthy pause, Michael sighed. “Forgive me. I’ve been remiss in my role as reaver.”
This was getting old. “I don’t know a reaver’s role.”
“One role is that of host. Hospitality is our duty and delight.” Michael hugged him from behind. “Tonight, I’m extending it to you.”
Posted: October 17, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Seventeen: Swollen
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.