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 founding an enclave.
The sedge had arrived the previous summer. In keeping with the adage, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, Randolla Demoiselle had taken a shine to scruffy meadow a few kilometers from Stately House. His clan diverted a stream, planted marsh grasses, and built thatched houses that looked like haystacks on stilts.
Far less rustic was Randolla’s workroom. Jacques practically skipped up stone steps, bowing Argent through a heavy door and into a heaven that rivaled the finest Paris shops.
“Jacques! And Argent…?” Randolla’s fingers fluttered. “Dear, dear. What’s he spoiled this time? Please say it’s not the Glimsleek brocade!”
Posted: August 6, 2021
Prompt: “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” suggested by Brianna
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.