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Elara’s pride flared. "Hate it? I find the prospect of our marriage about as exciting as watching bread mold."
“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." 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.
Should the (maybe he hears voices too)?
Elara’s pride flared. "Hate it? I find the prospect of our marriage about as exciting as watching bread mold."
“Kiss him or I’ll haunt your dreams with images of soggy porridge!” Martha threatened. 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...
"I am not flustered, I am overheated!" she barked, even as Julian took her hand. Elara’s pride flared
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. I am overheated!" she barked
Should the (maybe he hears voices too)?
