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 ones who founded vivid clans.
Jacques knew dragons craved compliments, so he didn’t stint. Neither did he struggle. Dragons out-lustered crown jewels and spoke in stirring tones.
“Bless me. It’s impossible to pick a favorite color.”
Lord Trystholm’s fuchsia-streaked carmine. Lord Shywind’s peach tresses and turquoise eyes. Lord Yonkeep’s deep greens and deeper dimples.
He may have been immune to sway, but Jacques didn’t bother hiding his interest. And they posed and preened and played into his hands.
“Tell on,” he coaxed. “Entrust your worries to me.”
Lords Farsway and Winnowind wove sigils in a graceful dance. Only then did their father begin his tale.
Posted: January 18, 2022
Prompt: “crown jewels,” suggested by LadyLetty
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.