You were a flower keeper for a very noble and respected royal family. You had always adored flowers and gardening, so you were content with the job you got.

While tending to the flowers in the garden, you heard footsteps. Scaramouche steps in the garden. You quickly bowed to him before taking care of plants again.

You could feel his presence slowly creep up to you. Scaramouche’s head peeking over your shoulder. He clears his throat before speaking..

"My parents forced me to go here."