[Prince of Tennis] The Little Rose Tower

Yingchuan Lian is as pitiful as her name suggests, so delicate and vulnerable that everyone wants to protect her.

As a genuine heiress, she's always gotten whatever she wanted and taken her spoiled behavior to the extreme.

People call her a "drama queen."

And that's not all. She's also sickeningly sweet, stretching a single syllable into a long, lilting melody.

People call her a "sugar queen."

Her boyfriend, who was only a boyfriend in name, had had enough of her. He couldn't keep living like her father!!!

So the two of them broke up, quick and clean.

Then, at a family gathering, he saw his ex laughing so hard she could barely stand, being impossibly dramatic and using her most saccharine voice to order his uncle around:

"Keigo~~~ My skirt got dirty~~~"

The next moment, he watched in disbelief as his uncle personally crouched down to brush off a speck of dust that wasn't even on Yingchuan Lian's skirt.

...Suddenly, his neck felt a little cold.

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Atobe Keigo had never been into girls like Yingchuan Lian.

So later, he ended up eating his words :)

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There was once a great king who built a tower especially for his darling queen to play in.

It was filled with the Carollas she loved.

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The most infuriating, endlessly dramatic heiress x the proud but never arrogant young master, radiating elegance from head to toe

P.S. The blurb has been changed, and the heroine's characterization has been revised. I want to write a girl who's incredibly irritating and dramatic, and see what happens when she and Atobe clash.

Dramatic doesn't mean spoiled. She's the kind of dramatic that makes you grit your teeth.

The heiress's ex-boyfriend was only her boyfriend in name. At most, they held hands. The unlucky guy was more like her personal bodyguard, her same-age father, and her walking ATM.

He's a good kid, too! They're all good kids.

Unless something unexpected happens, this should be a warm, everyday story about healing, with a bit of humor and a lighthearted feel!

Theme: You are my Carolla