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 for the one with tradition on his side.
Chapter Seventeen: 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.