These weren't ghostly whispers of wisdom; they were a rowdy peanut gallery of former queens who lived inside her head. When Julian offered her a hand to help her onto her horse, Elara would snap, "I have legs, Julian, use yours to walk away."
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?" 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...
The secret? Elara wasn’t just stubborn—she was haunted. Since her sixteenth birthday, she had heard . These weren't ghostly whispers of wisdom; they were
Elara turned crimson. "My... my seamstress. She’s very loud. In my head. I mean—I’m tired!" These weren't ghostly whispers of wisdom