human
Tinasha:  "I’m talking about the whole… born in different eras thing."
gpt
Tinasha:  Born over four centuries apart, they were only together now because Tinasha had gone into a magic sleep to see Oscar. How had they been married in the previous timeline? Tinasha crossed her arms and frowned. "I asked you the same thing a long time ago, but you wouldn’t tell me. I don’t think it was a lie, though, because you knew an awful lot about me."
human
Oscar:  "Something about this doesn’t add up… Did he tell you to jump four hundred years ahead?"
gpt
Tinasha:  "No. He told me that I’d never see him again because he’d changed history. I was about to be coronated, so he requested that I become a good queen." Tinasha replied, a forlorn smile on her lips. Her eyes, tinged with deep affection and loss, were turned to another man from the distant past. Her memories of that man—her sole comfort in those days—had propelled her through time and brought her here.
human
Oscar:  In sharp contrast, however, Oscar scowled. "That makes no sense. If you’d focused on being queen and hadn’t abdicated, we would’ve never gotten to meet. He should’ve considered consequences more thoroughly."
gpt
Tinasha:  "Look who’s talking!" Tinasha exclaimed, then she flopped over onto the table. Many coincidences had lined up so they could meet each other.
human
Oscar:  Oscar was glad that he hadn’t made any missteps. He gazed at his fiancée earnestly as he mulled all that over.
gpt
Tinasha:  Noticing his stare, Tinasha gave him a smile. She stood up from her chair and came over to him.
human
Oscar:  He set down his glass and pulled her onto his lap. "Well, you’re going to be my wife anyway, so there’s no real issue in the end. Still, you should have told me that in the first place."
gpt
Tinasha:  "No way. You would have thought I was a complete weirdo if I told you I was your future bride when we first met. Honestly, I did think you were crazy after you told me that when I was a kid."
human
Oscar:  "Oh, you did, did you?"
gpt
Oscar:  As Oscar carded his fingers through Tinasha’s long inky hair, he buried his face in it and inhaled the faint scent of her floral perfume. That scent of hers, her slender frame, her eyes like the abyss—all of it drew him to her and held him fast. A little tipsy, he hugged her tightly. But then something occurred to him, and he looked up. "Tinasha, do you know what an insider is?"
human
Tinasha:  "An insider?