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 territorial one.
With a hand over his gaping mouth, Jacques surveyed the upheaval in Argent’s closet. “Mon dieu,” he finally managed. “You are a menace.”
“I had help.”
“It looks like you turned Doran loose in here.”
Argent sighed. “Mother visited. She overruled your selections and chose my attire for the week.”
“What …?” Both hands were now over his mouth. “Which things?”
He waved vaguely at a crumpled pile.
Jacques vowed, “I am never leaving your side again.”
“That is highly unlikely.”
“Then… I’ll not leave until I’m confident you can dress yourself. Appropriately.”
Argent’s lips quirked. “This, too, is unlikely.”
Posted: June 23, 2021
Prompt: Crumple, suggested by momo203
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.