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 pleads ignorance. I think. Who can tell, with that guy?
Where, O Where?
“The four of you do not love me,” protested Lapis.
“Au contraire! We are universally smitten.”
The dragon squirmed closer. “I want a lady, you know.”
Jacques did know. Lapis wasn’t terribly subtle. “She will be the most fortunate of souls.”
“Where is she, I wonder?”
“I’d wager Hisoka knows, if anyone does.”
All attention swung to Hisoka.
“Despite popular opinion, I don’t know everything.”
“Lord. He’s evading.”
Catalan gasped theatrically.
Canarian began purring.
Lapis wibbled. “You would tell me if you could?”
“How could I do any less?”
Jacques’ curiosity was doubly piqued, but Hisoka’s tiny headshake begged discretion.
Posted: December 16, 2021
Prompt: Pique, suggested by Garrick P.
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.