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 a riding crop.
Jacques took delivery of a parcel from Uppington and immediately sought out Nonny. “My years in dressage left me with more than high boots and a riding crop!”
The kid warily inspected the box’s contents. “What’s all this then?”
“Grooming kit, hoof polish.” He breezily added, “I checked with the mares, and they agree this will do you good. Smarten up your turnout.”
Nonny looked queasy. “I’m not a pet pony.”
“Granted. But mine is a doting sort of affection. Expect gifts, warm fuzzies, and pampering.”
“And a hook knife?”
“You do need a trim.” Jacques promised, “I’ll be gentle.”
Posted: October 21, 2021
Prompt: #Inktober2021, Day Twenty-One: Fuzzy
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.