1 : The Tsundere, The Prince, And The Voices Of... May 2026

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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Elara’s pride flared. "Hate it? I find the prospect of our marriage about as exciting as watching bread mold." 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...

Elara turned crimson. "My... my seamstress. She’s very loud. In my head. I mean—I’m tired!" Elara’s life was a constant battle of trying

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." "Hate it

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

Elara looked at Julian, then at the empty air where her ghosts resided, and finally gave in. She leaned forward, pecked him on the cheek, and immediately pushed him away. "There. Now leave me alone so I can think in peace."