Inside her head, the ancestors went nuclear. “TELL HIM HE LOOKS LIKE A GOD,” Martha roared. “APOLOGIZE!” Catherine screamed.
Meanwhile, in her mind, Queen Martha (the 4th) would shriek, “Grab his hand, you fool! Look at those biceps!” and Queen Catherine (the Pious) would tsk-tsk, “A bit more mystery, dear. Tell him his hair looks like a bird’s nest.” 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...
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." Inside her head, the ancestors went nuclear
Elara turned crimson. "My... my seamstress. She’s very loud. In my head. I mean—I’m tired!" Meanwhile, in her mind, Queen Martha (the 4th)
Julian laughed, a bright, warm sound. "As you wish, Princess."
Elara’s pride flared. "Hate it? I find the prospect of our marriage about as exciting as watching bread mold."
"I am not flustered, I am overheated!" she barked, even as Julian took her hand.