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 encouraging one.
“Safe, safe,” chanted Tsumiko, whose push was both persuasion and permission.
Very sweet, except that she was pushing Jacques toward a three-story drop.
“Your hand,” ordered Argent from across the sill.
“Yes, my lord.” Jacques tried not to look down as he threw a leg over. “Why are you doing this?”
Argent smirked. “It is my way.”
Jacques forced himself to move, ignoring self-preservation, relying heavily on Tsumiko’s goodness. Lord. Why was Argent so good at feeding his frustration?
“Are you punishing me?”
“Idiot boy.” With one tug, Argent took Jacques’ life into his hands. “I am rewarding your trust.”
Posted: January 11, 2020
Prompt: Frustration, suggested by Lisa
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.