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 whose caste is celibate.
Chapter Thirty: Sprout
“Lapis came early at Tsumiko’s request.”
Jacques stole a peek at the dragon lord.
Argent continued, “I have no prior experience with dragons.”
Trilling softly, Lapis interjected, “And so in his infinite wisdom, Lord Mettlebright called upon a bachelor from the heights, even though my experience with hatchlings is limited to having been one.”
“Tsk. You confirmed what we could only guess at.”
Jacques studied the baby in his arms. “Is Kyrie sick?”
“The dragon crosser equivalent to teething.”
That gave him a jolt. “He’s spouting fangs?”
Argent guided his hand to a spot hidden by Kyrie’s downy fringe. “Horns.”
Posted: October 30, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Thirty: Jolt
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.