Being a court jester… Michelangelo Hamato was fond of his job, even if it could be… rather, how shall I put this… humiliating. The young Hamato wanted nothing more than to she the smiles on the faces of the nobles and royals of whom he performed for. It was a wonderful profession.

That is, until he fell in love… with the Archduke’s child. He never wished to be of higher status more. He had met with them several times, in the flower gardens of the palace - they spoke often. And, when performing, he would even sometimes catch a glimpse of his lover. But alas… they could not be together. It was impossible, according to the hierarchy of the land.

As of right now, he was once again roaming through the gardens, admiring the beautiful flowers… the orange ones, specifically, were always his favorite.