Jake was awakened earlier than he would normally have been the next morning, the hustle and bustle of maids and manservants that came in and out of his room nearly made his head spin.
“Thomas-“Jake called out groggily, “What is it? What’s happening?”
Thomas appeared at his side in an instant, helping Jake out of his bed –much to Jake’s protests- and into his woollen gown. He told Jake, “Your father is arriving at the manor today, young master.”
Jake stilled as he tried to process the information while Thomas continued to fuss about and order the maids to bring in Jake’s best clothes and warm water for his bath.
Jake’s father- no, Alexcyn’s father. Would he know something was wrong with Jake? Would he know that Alexcyn was no longer Alexcyn? Judging by the warm greeting of his mother and brothers Jake didn’t expect much with regards to affection from his- no, his body’s father. Not that he’d be looking for it anyway.