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 insider information.
The sun dipped low, and Harmonious urged Jacques to make use of one of the guest pavilions. Carpet bag in hand, he strolled along a covered walkway, admiring the leaves falling at twilight. When a golden ginkgo leaf drifted to a stop at Jacques’ feet, he hastily fished out his phone.
Mon dieu, I am an idiot
You ran with wolves, yes?
You know I have
Still do sometimes
I need a discreet favor
What’s the thing?
This next festival, I plan to run
And then Jacques’ phone rang.
Posted: August 15, 2022
Prompt: “leaves falling at twilight,” suggested by Nanette
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.