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 courage to spare.
Sentinel’s long, smooth strides carried them far. Sonnet’s dad seemed a responsible sort, if a bit… distracted. Normally, Amaranthine didn’t tote around their human acquaintances.
A stutter-step called Jacques’ attention upward.
Sentinel’s widened eyes held the beginnings of worry. “Why is my son in a dress?”
“I rather think it’s part of the whole mothering aesthetic.” Jacques had no trouble singling out the tall woman who’d stepped straight out of a historical drama. “Carries it off handily, too.”
Sentinel did that adorably-confused thing again.
Jacques patted his arm and murmured, “Steady on. There’s a brave lad. I’ll hold your hand.”
Posted: June 12, 2021
Prompt: “hold my hand,” 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.