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As he walked away, Elara leaned against the stone railing. The voices were finally quiet, save for Martha, who whispered with a satisfied smugness, “See? Was that so hard, you prickly little brat?” If you’d like to keep the story going, let me know:

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?"

Elara turned crimson. "My... my seamstress. She’s very loud. In my head. I mean—I’m tired!" 1 : The Tsundere, the Prince, and the Voices of...

"I am not flustered, I am overheated!" she barked, even as Julian took her hand.

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.” As he walked away, Elara leaned against the stone railing

Elara’s pride flared. "Hate it? I find the prospect of our marriage about as exciting as watching bread mold."

Inside her head, the ancestors went nuclear. “TELL HIM HE LOOKS LIKE A GOD,” Martha roared. “APOLOGIZE!” Catherine screamed. Julian blinked

Julian laughed, a bright, warm sound. "As you wish, Princess."