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 back in fine form.
Always the Quiet Ones
Jacques woke in rumpled clothes, with a tin of caviar stuck to his cheek and a purring Deece warming his back.
At the pitter-patter of approach, Jacques resignedly peeled open an eye. “Right. Who were you again?”
“Raife does not speak,” murmured Deece.
“You’re one to talk.” Jacques eyed the boy’s ridiculous hair. “Well, what language do you think in?”
The child reached out to rub Jacques cheek.
“Lord. What is it about stubble?”
“The tin made an impression. Cyrillic letters. Like your caviar, Raife is Russian.”
“But he understood my question.” Jacques hummed. “Raife, let’s discuss conditioner.”
Posted: December 05, 2019
Prompt: Pitter-Patter, suggested by nocturnelle
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.