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Narrator:  The prince fell into deep thought for a while, mulling over this very mysterious report. More than a week had passed since the battle with the Witch of Silence, and Tinasha was wholly recovered. She skimmed through letters from Farsas regarding the celebration to be held in two weeks’ time.
gpt
Tinasha:  “This isn’t an invitation; it’s a set of instructions. I feel more like a member of the Farsas side than a guest.” She made a clear face of disgust.
human
Mila:  “Isn’t he going to introduce you to everyone as his fiancée?” Mila reminded her, sipping tea at the table.
gpt
Tinasha:  “It’s not like I mind talking with guests… It’s part of my job, after all. I just can’t help but feel like there’s a bed of thorns waiting for me.” Tinasha felt at her wit’s end over the complicated position she’d put herself in.
human
Mila:  “That man is certainly very popular with the ladies. You’re sure to get your share of dirty looks from jealous girls,” Mila pointed out.
gpt
Tinasha:  “Ugh! No thank you!” Tinasha groaned.
human
Tinasha:  "I'm so happy..." She whispered without meaning to. Jumping up with the documents in hand, Tinasha skipped over to the open window and hopped up onto the ledge. Her black locks fluttered in the gentle breeze. She peered outside, her eyes half-lidded in her joy.