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 always where he’s needed.
Once the bowl was empty, Lapis was showing glimmers of his usual joie de vivre. Hisoka reappeared, ushering Michael, and Jacques immediately surrendered his seat to the man.
“Hello, there! What’s this now?” Michael gathered up Lapis’ hands. “You’re terribly depleted, Lord Mossberne. Come to us sooner!”
Jacques collected the tray and eased out.
In the hallway, Hisoka spoke in low tones with Sansa. “Is Rilka here?”
“Send for her,” he urged.
Jacques gaped. “Now?”
“I think it best,” assured Hisoka.
“And you brought Isla,” murmured Sansa, patting her belly. “Yes. Good. Now.”
“Lord. I’d better warn Argent.”
Posted: December 6, 2021
Prompt: “Gravid,” suggested by twiddle
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.