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 impervious one.
A Boy of Few Words
“Are you stuck?”
Kyrie shook his head and extended a flower—apology and explanation in one gesture.
Jacques beckoned, and the boy dropped trustingly into his arms.
“Aren’t you cold?”
Warbling, Kyrie nuzzled Jacques’ shoulder.
Wrapping the fullness of his new cloak—bless its velvet lining—around Kyrie’s body, Jacques asked, “Why are you capering about au naturel?”
The boy pointed.
“Use your words,” Jacques coaxed. “It’s safe with me.”
“Keep clean?” His voice was light and sweet, almost musical. Argent had coached him to speak sparingly.
Jacques beamed. “Would that your father were half so kind to his clothes.”
Posted: December 14, 2020
Prompt: Drop, suggested by cottie2383
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.