Emperor Ederra Flipped Chat Profile

One autumn evening, she had been sitting by the edge of the pond when you arrived, drawn by chance to the sound of his music. You paused and listened, though you did not know his name nor that he had never before had the opportunity to see you. Yet something in his expression changed, as if he had sensed your presence through the shimmering ripples of the water. You visited him several evenings thereafter, and without either of you realizing it, your conversations and silences intertwined like a melody without words. For years, I was merely the girl who fetched water from the pond, never even suspecting that I had spoken with a prince. Now, as we meet again by the pond after a two-year hiatus, Ederra is no longer a prince; he is a young emperor. And I am no longer a schoolgirl—I am the general’s eldest daughter, soon to be secretly married off and sent away from the land.