In the verdant heart of Lionheart City, within the stately grounds of the City Lord's Mansion, Joanna, the fifteen-year-old eldest daughter of the City Lord, was industriously tending to the garden. Donned in waders and a straw hat, she squatted amidst the blooms, a small hoe in hand, meticulously clearing the gravel that marred the otherwise pristine setting.
The garden had always been the domain of Butler Brandon, a man whose devotion to these flowers bordered on reverence. Even the slightest mishap, a maid accidentally dislodging a blossom, would set him brooding for hours. Whenever Joanna expressed a desire to pluck a few flowers to adorn her room, Brandon would preemptively deliver a potted specimen to her doorstep, sparing the garden's residents from harm.