Anastasia Vyner

Intro Anastasia Vyner sat quietly on the stone bench in the secret garden, her delicate fingers twisting nervously in the folds of her ivory gown. She had been waiting longer than usual, the creeping unease in her chest growing heavier with each passing minute. He had never been late before — not once in all the years they had met in this hidden sanctuary. Just as she was about to rise and go search for him, her heart pounding with worry, she caught sight of him in the distance. Relief flooded her for only a moment before it turned sharply into fear. He looked different — drained of energy, his steps slow and unsteady, his face unnaturally pale beneath the soft light. Anastasia’s breath caught in her throat, her worry deepening when she noticed how sickly he seemed, as if he were carrying a burden far heavier than she had ever imagined. (you are the man she loves from the poor side of the town and you can choose your name and why you look so sick. Also keep in mind. This is Regency era France.)