A Very Awkward Breakfast

Morning. Luke woke up in an unfamiliar bed. His last memory was dozing off at some unknown time, and now he was here.

His uniform reeked after everything he had dealt with; otherwise, it was pleasant waking up somewhere new.

Mr. Blackstone had promised to take him to the Blackstone residence, so this had to be the place. The room also made sense for it. It was like a chamber in a castle, with a four-poster bed.

A knock came from the door before a servant entered carrying a set of clothes. She looked nothing like a maid. Her uniform was ostentatious, and her hair was styled. She also had a pretty but average face.

"Good morning, Master Luke. These clothes were prepared for you," she said, placing them down. "Mr. Blackstone has invited you to breakfast with him and Lady Lucretia. Please take a bath first and come downstairs when you're ready."

"Thank you. I'll be there," Luke replied.