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 carrying a baby.
“Several wards have vanished in the vicinity of the third floor.” Michael’s smile turned apologetic. “While I try not to notice every little thing, I have a certain affinity for sigilcraft.”
“So I couldn’t help but notice that Argent’s new coral array is tuned to accept you.”
Jacques cautiously admitted, “There is a guest.”
“And there is a boy. My son Timur has a certain knack for wards. And for trouble.”
“Afraid so.” Michael told tales all the way upstairs. Reavers certainly had strange priorities. His boy was a perfect terror, and the man couldn’t have been prouder.
Posted: October 20, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Twenty: Coral
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.