Elara looked at Julian, then at the empty air where her ghosts resided, and finally gave in. She leaned forward, pecked him on the cheek, and immediately pushed him away. "There. Now leave me alone so I can think in peace."
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." 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...
“Kiss him or I’ll haunt your dreams with images of soggy porridge!” Martha threatened. Elara looked at Julian, then at the empty
Julian laughed, a bright, warm sound. "As you wish, Princess." Elara looked at Julian