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“O noblest woman in this land, save our people.”
“Shandiraya.” “Huh?” Sera frowned at the incomprehensible words and asked back. “The noblest woman in this land.” The old man’s voice became deliberately majestic. “Save our people.” Sera, who had been staring at him silently as if her circuits had stopped for a moment, suddenly opened her eyes wide. “Eh?!” One day, Sera woke up in a strange world and was revered by the people as ‘Shandiraya,’ the daughter of the Desert Goddess. She introduces herself as ‘Sera,’ but they cannot understand the pronunciation and call her ‘Shehera.’ *** “If you intend to use me, bring me here by the proper means. Do not treat me like a lowly woman picked up from the streets; do it with the proper etiquette for welcoming an Empress…” “Why should I do that?” Sarhan retorted coldly, staring at her. “…….” Sera, trying hard not to be intimidated by that icy gaze, lifted her chin slightly. “Because you are afraid of me dying.” It was already hard enough adapting to this strange place, and now they were telling her to marry a stranger. Sarah jumps into a lake, believing that she can return to reality if she dies. As she begins to suffocate, a man with golden eyes pulls her to the surface. His name is Sarhan, the second prince of Vashon. Sarhan approaches Shandiraya to use her for political purposes, but he begins to fall for her eccentric charm… My Lover Who Came Riding the Sandstorm 《The Emperor’s Flower, Shehera》 *This work is a revised edition rated 15+.
