Elara turned crimson. "My... my seamstress. She’s very loud. In my head. I mean—I’m tired!"
“Kiss him or I’ll haunt your dreams with images of soggy porridge!” Martha threatened.
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." 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...
Inside her head, the ancestors went nuclear. “TELL HIM HE LOOKS LIKE A GOD,” Martha roared. “APOLOGIZE!” Catherine screamed.
These weren't ghostly whispers of wisdom; they were a rowdy peanut gallery of former queens who lived inside her head. When Julian offered her a hand to help her onto her horse, Elara would snap, "I have legs, Julian, use yours to walk away." Elara turned crimson
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.”
"I am not flustered, I am overheated!" she barked, even as Julian took her hand. She’s very loud
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.