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 considerate one.
Pushing unsteadily onto his knees, Jacques was knocked back by Gilen’s arrival. The half-tiger was happy and vaguely sticky. Jam? Syrup? What had he—and his dearly beloved suit—ever done to deserve this? Jacques tried not to make a face, but he may have whimpered.
Deece appeared at his side. “Invite him.”
Jacques obliged by switching to French. “You are invited.”
“Me?” Gilen’s cheeks went pink.
Extending a bouquet of something herbaceous—mint, perhaps—Deece said, “We must uphold feline tradition.”
“We?” Jacques echoed. “I’m no cat.”
“But you want to bathe.” Deece smiled faintly. “Let us groom you.”
Posted: December 13, 2019
Prompt: Mint, suggested by Cheesegoddess
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.