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 spoiled one.
87
Soiled and Spoiled
Jacques stomped forward, pointed down. “You are sitting in soil.”
Argent placidly took note of his setting.
Reaching out to test the fabric, Jacques’ pique redoubled. “This is silk, isn’t it? Oh, for shame!”
“With all you see before you, that has priority?” Argent huffed. “You have changed.”
Had that been a compliment? Jacques would not be distracted. “You are the one who needs to change. This cloth may already be spoiled!”
Argent silenced him with an upraised finger. “My wardrobe is truly your greatest concern?”
“It’s the only part you gave me.” Jacques’ cheeks darkened. “It’s all I have.”
Posted: October 26, 2019
Prompt: #Inktober2019, Day Twenty-Six: Dark
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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That really is very funny. But silk ican be extremely tough material. Those little silk worms do a very good job. Wonderful update!
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