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 with good posture.
“English?” inquired the wolf, whose accent was entirely British.
“Half.” Jacques went for unflappable. “Good day to you.”
“Lovely weather we’re having.” A smile lurked behind the Amaranthine’s civility.
“Are you lost?” His eyes were a whisky sort of pretty, and raindrops clung to his lashes.
“What happens if I am?” Jacques asked hopefully.
An innocent blink.
Ah, well. Jacques was used to wolves, who were into moon maidens and monogamy.
But this one’s posture shifted subtly into something assertive, even possessive. “Then… I have you. You’re safe. Where were you going?”
Jacques struck a receptive pose. “With you.”
Posted: March 18, 2021
Prompt: Raindrops, suggested by nocturnelle
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.