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 used to taking orders.
Jacques tried not to overthink how happy he was seeing Deece again. The feline wasn’t his type, but had good qualities. Easy on the eyes. Willing to share his bed. Fluent in English.
“Did you miss me?” Jacques asked sweetly.
Deece’s chin tucked. It was almost a nod. “I kept busy.”
“But did you miss me?”
“You had Uncle.”
“Oui, but he comes and goes. We stay.”
Deece managed a meek smile, almost like he didn’t believe Jacques.
Jacques wouldn’t let Deece imagine himself deposed. He understood cats better now. “Come. Friends help friends apply copious amounts of sunscreen.”
Posted: June 16, 2020
Prompt: “blessed are the meek,” suggested by Joanne
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.