my flower boy

Chapter 1: The Plan

Anastasia is the daughter of the ruthless Duke, Arthur, who only sees her as a way to establish alliances\Networks with other rich and powerful nobles through marriage. She never made a huge fuss over her father's treatment towards her but after he announces she will be wedded to Sir Ruffurd, Who has been the subject of numerous rumours which accuse him of assaulting women, she goes ballistic on her father, who, after "discussing" the marriage leaves immediately not caring for a word of what his daughter says.
Meanwhile, Anastasia starts to let out all her bottled-up rage by lashing out at the servants. God forbid if someone were to say something wrong because they'd be gone before they're even able to warn the other servants.

Anastasia was found sitting alone in her ludicrously large bedroom growing colder by the minute even though all the windows had been shut tightly. 'I've had enough of this' she thought to herself as she stood up and started to walk to the washroom and think of a plan on how to calm herself down. 'I can't do anything in this place, not with my father and the guards watching me...' she planned throughout the day and, finally, it hit her. 'I've got it! I'll go to the village that'll surely cheer me up!' Her smile plastered across her face, her strawberry eyes lighting up under the bathroom lights.

The Lady speed-walked into her walk-in closet out of excitement. Trying to find a garment to cover her up nicely when her gaze drifted from the dresses in her hands to a dark, dusty cloak 'Perfect.' She thought(?) "What is perfect my Lady?" A voice called out to her from behind the closed doors of the wardrobe. "OH, GOOD GRIEF!" Anastasia exclaimed frightened at the sudden voice, "My Lady, are you alright?!" The voice cried out worried at the fact that she might be hurt or something worse. "I'm fine you may go now!" Anastasia declared "If you say so, my Lady.." as she heard footsteps getting farther and farther she took a deep breath not realising that she had been holding it in the first place.