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 pantry pilferer.
Chapter Seventy-Five: Three More Words
Jacques contemplated the breadcrusts and kipper brine on Sansa’s counter. The overgrown battler would undoubtedly track the wreckage to him, but that was a problem for tomorrow’s Jacques.
Tonight’s Jacques was loading his pockets.
“Sure you wanna do that?” asked Gingko.
He lifted the tin of caviar without hesitation but hesitated over the chocolates.
Gingko reached past him, snagging a few bars with hand-painted wrappers. He gave one to Jacques and one to Gilen, keeping the third for himself. “I have a further message from Dad.”
While not as magical as the first, these were equally compelling.
“Now, idiot boy.”
Posted: October 14, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day Fourteen: Overgrown
Words: 100
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.
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OMG! Yes! Move your bum Jacques! I was wondering how long you were going to keep Argent waiting.
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