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 may have missed a cue or two.
Chapter Sixty-Two: To the Cask
Rather high-flown, but if Jacques had a name like Valorous or Vigorous or Vainglorious, he might’ve waxed equally poetic.
Valor’s eyebrows arched. “What would you consider sensible?”
Laughter rumbled pleasantly. “Mark Starmark?”
Jacques poked the dog’s chest. “Like Jean Valjean, but shinier. Or Bond, James Bond. There’s a debonair ring to it.”
“I see the sense.”
The ceiling seemed to be moving, and Jacques tipped his head back to watch. “Mark, are you carrying me?”
“You finally noticed.”
Jacques thought perhaps his tastes could run to dogs, even if their names were culled from a thesaurus. “To the cask!”
Posted: October 1, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day One: Ring
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.