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.
Julian laughed, a bright, warm sound. "As you wish, Princess." 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...
The secret? Elara wasn’t just stubborn—she was haunted. Since her sixteenth birthday, she had heard . Princess Elara was the kingdom’s most polished "Tsundere
"I am not flustered, I am overheated!" she barked, even as Julian took her hand. "As you wish, Princess
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.
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