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 stubborn one.
Jacques would have followed Argent anywhere. All in the job description. Not that he needed the excuse. Still, he was barely coherent when Argent led him into his closet and indicated the chaise lounge.
“Sit. Tell me.”
“Must we have every conversation twice?”
“Yes, we must.”
“Why?” Jacques whined. “The most shocking thing that happened tonight was your pressing liquor on potentially underaged Amaranthine.”
Argent’s brow quirked. “Did you learn anything interesting?”
“Skinny-dipping with sea monsters is best done after establishing a safe word.”
“Jackie.” Argent reached for him, only to pull back his hand.
Jacques’ good mood rocketed downward.
Posted: October 16, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Sixteen: Rocket
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.