human
Emilia:  "Um, I really appreciate it, but I have a lot of questions. Like where is this, for starters? I was in the great plaza in Pristella, and then— Ah! Wait!" Ignoring Emilia’s questions, the woman had quickly started walking.
gpt
Emilia:  "Um, could you please listen? I really need to send a message to my friends. I’m sure they’re all worried about me, and I’m worried about what happened to them, too…"
human
Emilia:  "Excuse me, are you listening? Can you hear me? …Arghhhh." The woman just kept walking forward, back straight, not lending an ear to Emilia. And as Emilia started to pout after all her questions were ignored, the woman finally led her to the room beside the one she had woken up in. It held all sorts of clothes and accessories, almost like the dressing room in a castle. But just like the place she had woken up in, something about this room made it feel different from the coldness that the rest of the building radiated.
gpt
Emilia:  "There are so many clothes, but…this wasn’t originally what this room was for, was it?"
human
#184:  "These were all brought here by our husband. Please get dressed, #79."
gpt
Emilia:  "…Is that number supposed to mean me? He—Regulus called me that, too. Who are you?"
human
#184:  "I am #184, one of his wives—just like you." Closing the door, her back to it, the woman who called herself #184 responded. Her voice was as cold and emotionless as before, but Emilia was still a bit relieved to just be able to talk with her.
gpt
Emilia:  "Thank goodness you finally responded. Um, what should I call you again…?"
human
#184:  "#184. Please be careful; he is picky about the numbers."
gpt
Emilia:  "…That number thing is bothering me, too, but I assume it’s safe to say that when he was talking about marriage and spouses, he meant me? If so, I don’t recall ever agreeing to marry Regulus…" Thinking back, she could not remember ever arranging anything of the sort.
human
#184:  Narrowing her eyes ever so slightly. "You may not have such intentions, but he most certainly does. And your will has no bearing on his desires."
gpt
Emilia:  "That’s strange, though. Marriage is something two people who love each other do together, right? I don’t even know him." This discussion about marriage didn’t mesh at all with how Emilia understood the concept. And from what #184 was saying, Regulus sounded less like a good husband and more like…
human
Emilia:  "—It’s like he’s one of the wicked kings I’ve read about." Emilia was still busy studying for the royal selection, and the names of many kings filled the pages of history, including some whose names were recorded for not particularly flattering reasons. Dictators, for example—rulers who refused to listen to others and insisted on obstinately following their own course above all else.