A young serf girl meanders through a field, she stops here and there to admire the small pretty flowers. She is on the way to the lord of the manor’s large stone house. It is an agreement her father made to live and farm the tenant house he lives in with his daughter.
Bed pans, kitchen help and errands, she does whatever they tell her to do. Men often stay at the castle. They eat and drink, corner her, lift her skirts and have sex with her.
She disconnects, doesn’t bother to clean herself after being violated. As she ages it’s still more of the same. No one speaks at home.
It is merely a life of existence. Love is unknown, she doesn’t know what kindness feels like. Her father dies. Disconnected, she sits in a rocking chair and numbly eats a poisonous plant and goes to sleep.