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 who’s a good friend to have.
In the Great Green Room
Jacques arrived with his cortege. They escorted him toward the chair in the naproom where Tsumiko rocked Kyrie. Finding the floor was absurdly squishy, Jacques sank to his knees. Maybe it came off courtly?
From his perch on a tuffet beside her, Argent received them with a raised eyebrow and a warning finger.
But then Gingko started handing out squares of chocolate to the children. As did Gilen, all shy smiles despite the language barrier and lady beacon.
Jacques glanced about and murmured to Deece, “Where’s your uncle?”
Hisoka Twineshaft, legendary orchestrater of the Emergence… and scullery maid.
Posted: October 15, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day Fifteen: Legend
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.