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 simplifies matters.
Let Us Away
Sentinel loomed magnificently, and there was a shivery hint of growl underlying his low question. “Are you the one my son is running away with?”
That simplified matters.
“Absconding with Sonnet happens to be next on my agenda.” Jacques indicated the window. “Shall we?”
The big fellow’s brows knit adorably.
Jacques couldn’t fault Rampant’s taste.
“You can see us off.” Jacques cozied up but coyly warned, “Don’t snag the cashmere.”
Sentinel huffed, scooped, leapt.
Jacques pointed the way, as if he were in charge, and Sentinel grimly followed his lead, as if he didn’t know where Sonnet waited.
Posted: June 11, 2021
Prompt: “excellent taste,” suggested by Neelie
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.