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 matchless one.
Jacques reached for one of the hands tangled in his hair, covering it with his own. “Do you understand the honor of what he’s offering?”
“No.” Inti’s tail looped around Jacques’ arm, holding it in place. “Make him tell.”
“Ingenuity. Subtlety. Fortitude,” Argent repeated. “These are qualities I admire; they are qualities we share. If you can find it in your heart to trust a fox, we would be well-matched.”
“New terms. No terms. Hear terms,” chanted Inti. But then his voice shifted as it had before, colliding into something canny and cunning. “Or do you think I’m a fool?”
Posted: October 17, 2021
Prompt: #Inktober2021, Day Seventeen: Collide
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.