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 who grew up going to St. George’s.
Jacques was entirely unprepared to face a dragon. No armor. No sword. No sainthood in the offing. “Commensurate,” he checked. “Something I’ll enjoy.”
“Vastly more than I will.”
“Because that’s a real dragon.”
Argent inclined his head. “That is Lapis in truest form.”
“Lord.” Jacques wasn’t quite ready to face this. “Does he breathe fire?”
“No fire. He is a river dragon.” Argent’s brow quirked. “You are probably also safe from splashing, since Lapis does not care for saltwater.”
“He’s rather large.”
“Compared to you.” Argent sighed. “You may be defenseless, but that does not mean you are without defense.”
Posted: September 6, 2019
Prompt: Armored, suggested by dkusnetzky
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. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.