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 ready to go.
The appointed day arrived for Jacques to escort Sonnet to Keishi. Caffeinated and cashmered, he let his carpet bag swing gently… and hummed.
She arrived in a clatter of low heels, travel dress swirling modestly about her calves, overnight case in a white-knuckle grip at her side, tail far too low.
Of course Sonnet was nervous.
But Jacques was a superlative event organizer. Offering his arm, he said, “Michael’s bringing the car around.”
“Sonnet, love. How are you with sigils? I’m pants with them, of course.”
“I learned from Mum. Yours are… oh.” Sonnet blinked. “What’s Lord Mettlebright done?”
Posted: July 25, 2022
Prompt: “cold feet,” 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.