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

Meanwhile, in her mind, Queen Martha (the 4th) would shriek, “Grab his hand, you fool! Look at those biceps!” and Queen Catherine (the Pious) would tsk-tsk, “A bit more mystery, dear. Tell him his hair looks like a bird’s nest.”

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. 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...

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." Meanwhile, in her mind, Queen Martha (the 4th)

Elara’s pride flared. "Hate it? I find the prospect of our marriage about as exciting as watching bread mold." Julian stepped closer, a small, knowing smile tugging

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.

“Kiss him or I’ll haunt your dreams with images of soggy porridge!” Martha threatened.