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

Julian laughed, a bright, warm sound. "As you wish, Princess."

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...

“Kiss him or I’ll haunt your dreams with images of soggy porridge!” Martha threatened. Julian laughed, a bright, warm sound

As he walked away, Elara leaned against the stone railing. The voices were finally quiet, save for Martha, who whispered with a satisfied smugness, “See? Was that so hard, you prickly little brat?” If you’d like to keep the story going, let me know: I find the prospect of our marriage about

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."