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’s a bit of a gossip.
Jacques uncurled one hand from his coffee cup long enough to offer a limp wave. “Bonne année.”
“Happy New Year, to you!” Isla returned, all smiles. “You’re looking well.”
“I promised to make an effort.”
And it had taken one.
An amused Rampant Starmark had loaned him two daughters and bid him take whatever he needed from their stores.
Finding a length of painted silk including just right shade of green had taken hours. Plenty of time to coax Lyric and Lavish into telling tales about the best-loved big brother who’d recently returned for little Clarion’s whelping feast.
Posted: June 1, 2021
Prompt: “telling tales,” suggested by twiddle
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.