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 clearly knows his way around a wine cellar.
Chapter Twenty-Two: In True Form
“All right, there?” asked Michael, who wore pajama pants and was toweling his hair.
Jacques’ eyes widened at the sight of an enormous brindled feline hunched down behind the reaver. For a moment, he thought Sansa’s beast had tracked him down, but this cat was larger, brindled, with eyes like expensive cognac. Jacques whispered, “Behind you.”
Michael stepped aside with a showman’s flourish. “Deece Evernhold. This is his room. Will you continue with us? The lesson’s not over.”
“A proper butler cannot take refuge in ignorance.” Rising to leave, Argent quietly added, “Go gently. He still has nightmares.”
Posted: October 22, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Twenty-Two: Expensive
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.