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."
“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!" Julian stepped closer, a small, knowing smile tugging