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 is only six months old.
Jacques already hated Dichotomy Day. Gritting his teeth, he tumbled off the cot he’d set up in the front hall. Clutching his dressing gown shut, he swung the door wide. “Which one?”
The herald blinked. “Sir?”
“Which of the superlative children in Michael Ward’s budding dynasty is that addressed to?” Jacques squinted in the predawn light. “Mon Dieu. Three at once? Someone’s optimistic.”
With a soft laugh and an apologetic smile, the courier listed, “Daria, Timur, and … Lilya.”
“I am refusing the last. Michael’s orders.” He couldn’t hide his shudder. “A seething Sansa is not a safe Sansa.”
Posted: October 26, 2020
Prompt: #Inktober2020, Day Twenty-Six: Hide
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.