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

Elara turned crimson. "My... my seamstress. She’s very loud. In my head. I mean—I’m tired!"

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."

Should the (maybe he hears voices too)?

“Kiss him or I’ll haunt your dreams with images of soggy porridge!” Martha threatened.

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. 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.

Inside her head, the ancestors went nuclear. “TELL HIM HE LOOKS LIKE A GOD,” Martha roared. “APOLOGIZE!” Catherine screamed. Elara turned crimson

The secret? Elara wasn’t just stubborn—she was haunted. Since her sixteenth birthday, she had heard .