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 being a dear.
Jacques leaned into Juuyu’s shoulder—pristine wool and starched cotton, soft tutting and sure fingers. “You use the same hair oil as Suuzu?”
The phoenix only warbled a chiding note.
Jacques was quite sure he’d been hushed.
“Something has happened?” Argent’s question demanded an answer.
“It’s the Four Storms. They’re back with a vengeance.” Sinder’s mood shifted. “Can you smell the weather turning?”
“What? Trouble with the Chrysanthemum Blaze?”
“Nope. That one’s safe enough. But Beckonthrall’s in a snit over the loss of the Plum Cascade, and someone’s gone and tried to take the Orchid Saddle from Lord Trystholm’s trove.”
Posted: January 6, 2022
Prompt: “the smell of weather turning,” suggested by Sass
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.