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 an ironing board.
Sonnet’s rooms smelled a little of starch and a little of candle wax and a little of tea. He stole Jacques’ dressing gown and hung it beside a fresh-pressed dress and apron. Fluffed fur topped the bed, but the sheets beneath were crisp and smelled of lavender.
“Have your way with me,” encouraged Jacques.
“Are you sure?”
“Quite.” He doubted anything Sonnet had in mind would push him past his comfort zone.
“Then… I will.”
“Beg pardon if I fall asleep on you.”
Sonnet was suddenly looming over him, his posture utterly dominant. “Beg pardon if I keep you awake.”
Posted: June 6, 2022
Prompt: Fluff, suggested by Anne
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.
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Oh MY! A dominant Sonnet. Interesting. Well I guess he knows what he wants. ❤️