The secret? Elara wasn’t just stubborn—she was haunted. Since her sixteenth birthday, she had heard .
Elara turned crimson. "My... my seamstress. She’s very loud. In my head. I mean—I’m tired!" 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...
Elara’s pride flared. "Hate it? I find the prospect of our marriage about as exciting as watching bread mold." The secret
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: save for Martha