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 weary one.
“How old would you guess Nonny is?”
“In Amaranthine terms or human equivalents?” asked Deece.
“Lord. I’ve only been human. Go with that.”
“Thirteen…?” The cat smoothed a thumb under the kid’s eye, which was smudged dark. “And needlessly depleted.”
“Right. Can you stay?” Jacques folded back his duvet. “Tuck him in with me.”
“Oi! I’m too old to be tucked in!”
“Absurdité. I adore tucking. Learn from me and be wise.”
“Mind your hooves.”
Nonny stilled, but his lip trembled.
Jacques pulled him close, kissed his forehead, and promised, “One never outgrows the need for beauty sleep.”
Posted: September 13, 2021
Prompt: “beauty sleep,” suggested by bonhomie
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.