Tsundere, The Prince, And The Voices Of... | 1 : The

The secret? Elara wasn’t just stubborn—she was haunted. Since her sixteenth birthday, she had heard .

Elara’s life was a constant battle of trying to ignore the horny and judgmental ghosts of her lineage while maintaining her "cool and distant" persona.

Julian stepped closer, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. "You’ve been arguing with thin air for ten minutes, Elara. And your face is the color of a strawberry. For someone who 'hates' me, you’re acting remarkably flustered." 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...

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The breaking point came during the Royal Ball. Julian, looking unfairly handsome in midnight blue, cornered her onto the balcony. "Elara," he sighed, "why do you treat me like a common cold? If you hate the match, just say so." The secret

Julian laughed, a bright, warm sound. "As you wish, Princess."

"I am not flustered, I am overheated!" she barked, even as Julian took her hand. Elara’s life was a constant battle of trying

These weren't ghostly whispers of wisdom; they were a rowdy peanut gallery of former queens who lived inside her head. When Julian offered her a hand to help her onto her horse, Elara would snap, "I have legs, Julian, use yours to walk away."