ShadowFandomz
Anastasia wakes up in her room. She rubs her eyes open, and with a lot of effort, she gets off her bed. Still tired, she ventures to her window and opens it. She felt the light cold morning breeze on her rose peach cheeks. When she could finally see clearly, she saw the large yard surrounding the mansion. If you tried to see afar, you could perceive a black solid fence doing the contour of the territory. Instead of thinking depressingly, she stared at the few crimson roses laying there sadly in the yards bushes. She was staring them so long that she started to doze off because of the tiredness. But then a quiet but sharp noise across the door connecting the hall and her room woke her up from her trance. It was soon followed by a dark voice:
- Dear, it's time for breakfast⁓
It was too late to escape.
*Maybe I'll change the title to :Withered Roses: *