Julian laughed, a bright, warm sound. "As you wish, Princess."
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."
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...
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.
Elara’s pride flared. "Hate it? I find the prospect of our marriage about as exciting as watching bread mold." Julian laughed, a bright, warm sound
Inside her head, the ancestors went nuclear. “TELL HIM HE LOOKS LIKE A GOD,” Martha roared. “APOLOGIZE!” Catherine screamed.
"I am not flustered, I am overheated!" she barked, even as Julian took her hand. "There
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."