Inside her head, the ancestors went nuclear. “TELL HIM HE LOOKS LIKE A GOD,” Martha roared. “APOLOGIZE!” Catherine screamed.
Should the (maybe he hears voices too)?
“Kiss him or I’ll haunt your dreams with images of soggy porridge!” Martha threatened. 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...
Elara turned crimson. "My... my seamstress. She’s very loud. In my head. I mean—I’m tired!" Inside her head, the ancestors went nuclear
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." Inside her head