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 supportive one.
Jacques woke alone.
Well, not truly. Ginkgo lounged on the floor, elbow propped on the sleeping platform. “Morning.”
“Lord. Did something happen?”
“Sonnet went to fix breakfast for everyone.”
“Back to normal?”
“What happens when the moon can’t see stays secret.” Ginkgo patted Jacques’ shoulder. “I’m here to spare you the walk home… and to break some news. You’re leaving for the States. Almost immediately.”
“Without a word?”
“It’s pretty typical. Most packs find ways to separate festival partners.” Ginkgo shrugged. “To prevent bond-building.”
“Which is why I’m being shipped off to a foreign city?”
“It’s more of a farm.”
Posted: October 31, 2022
Prompt: #Inktober2022, Day Thirty-One: Farm
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.