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 with an appetite.
Chapter Seventy-One: Argent Wants You
Buoyed by those words, Jacques attempted to stand, but Gilen was a substantial little critter. Tiger heritage, judging by his patterning. “Off you get.”
“Non.” The boy butted his chin again. “Stay.”
“As if I’d leave,” scoffed Jacques. “Even you cannot chase me away.”
The boy retreated long enough to let him up, only to reaffix himself most ardently. Jacques offered the goblet of milk to Gilen, clinking it with his own. “Cheers.”
Gilen drank greedily. Still, the grapple-hold did not loosen.
Nothing else for it.
“Canapes. Now.” Jacques savored another mouthful of starlight, which proved entirely inspirational. “And Deece.”
Posted: October 10, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day Ten: Pattern
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.