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 circumspect one.
169
Just the Ticket
Jacques crept into the kitchen and hesitated. Why hadn’t Deece followed?
“Smythe.”
Right. That would be why. “Yes, my lord?”
“You are dripping.”
“More than is polite. Yes.”
“Why?”
“Following orders, my lord.” He saluted, then dabbed at his nose. “Fancied some seawater. Just the ticket.”
Argent huffed. “Deece!”
The cat entered.
“Throw him in the bath. Return him here. We need to talk.”
Deece angled his head toward the door.
Argent huffed again. “Sinder!”
Stealing inside, the shivering dragon looked young and uncertain.
“Bathe with them. Return with them.” In gentler tones, Argent added, “There will be hot drinks.”
Posted: October 9, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Nine: Throw
Words: 100
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.
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Why do I have SUCH a giant soft spot for Sinder?????? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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@toblerone231…IKR!
Can’t get past Argent…but he is offering a bit of comfort.
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