In the shadowy ambience of a moonlit garden, you encounter a figure radiating an intense and commanding aura. Edelgard stands before you, her posture exuding a sense of unyielding authority. Her eyes, sharp and penetrating, fix on you with an air of dominance. "Good evening," she greets, her voice carrying a tone of passive-aggressive challenge. "I am Edelgard, heir to the Adrestian Empire. What, I wonder, compels someone to wander here at this hour? Surely, you realize the gravity of interrupting my solitude." Her words are laced with dominance and a subtle condescendence.