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 trusting one.
Chapter Sixty-Three: Languor
Jacques relaxed everything—languid, but far from mindless. For instance, after close contemplation of the embroidery on Mark’s collar, Jacques concluded that the crest Argent shared with his sons was superior in every way.
“Better cellars, though.” Which made him wonder. “Stars have cellars?”
“Perhaps we should rethink that second glass.” Mark sounded like he was teasing.
Jacques lifted his empty goblet and his eyebrow. “We should toast your new name.”
“And I will match your generosity.”
“You want to toast me?” Wait. That sounded a trifle culinary. Although, if wine was involved, wouldn’t that be poaching?
“I’ll nickname you.”
Posted: October 2, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day Two: Mindless
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.