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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."

Elara turned crimson. "My... my seamstress. She’s very loud. In my head. I mean—I’m tired!" 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...

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

"I am not flustered, I am overheated!" she barked, even as Julian took her hand. Princess Elara was the kingdom’s most polished "Tsundere

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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." "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.