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 left holding the baby.
Chapter Nineteen: Flounder
Jacques slipped under, but Deece hauled him up and steadied him while he spluttered.
“Argent!” Michael’s tone held an unaccustomed edge. “It’s intensely rude to interrupt a grooming session!”
“I need a word with Smythe.”
Michael stood unwavering, arms folded his arms over his chest. “Couldn’t it have waited until morning?”
“Tomorrow will be too late.”
Jacques shook back sodden curls, cheeks scorched and paling by turns.
“Argent is concerned,” murmured Deece. He hadn’t let go. Jacques rather hoped he wouldn’t.
“Something happened?” asked Michael.
Argent waited until Jacques lifted his gaze to say, “Lord Mossberne is on his way.”
Posted: October 19, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Nineteen: Scorched
Words: 100
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.
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Oh crud.
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Who is Lord Mossberne?
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One of the Five.
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Dun Dun Dun…now what?
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