The secret? Elara wasn’t just stubborn—she was haunted. Since her sixteenth birthday, she had heard .
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. 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...
The mental cacophony became so loud that Elara clutched her head and accidentally blurted out, "SHUT UP, MARTHA!" The balcony went silent. Julian blinked. "Who is Martha?" The secret
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...