Elara turned crimson. "My... my seamstress. She’s very loud. In my head. I mean—I’m tired!"
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." 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...
Princess Elara was the kingdom’s most polished "Tsundere." To the public, she was a prickly rose; to the crown prince, Julian, she was a headache in a silk gown. She spent most of their tea parties insulting his choice of cravat while her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. Elara turned crimson
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." She’s very loud