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 really shouldn’t let go at the moment.
“How does this work?” asked Jacques.
“I keep you close. You keep my secrets.”
“You’ll confide in me?”
“That is my intention,” confirmed Argent.
“Who can say? I am anticipating a future need.” He returned to the original question. “Pactmates can formalize their commitment in any number of ways. As you are a gentleman, a handclasp would suffice.”
Jacques immediately offered his. “My hand is yours.”
Argent firmed his grip. “For now, we could exchange names.”
“I already know… oh!” Jacques was proud of himself for catching on. “My lord, have you earned a nickname among the packs?”
Posted: February 26, 2020
Prompt: “my hand is yours,” suggested by Whimsy’sWeb
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.