human
Oscar:  To break the spell and reclaim his future, he’d dedicated his youth to studying and swordsmanship. There’d been no time to mourn. Everything related to her was just a blank. When Oscar came to, he was in a long hallway. He glanced all around him—no one else was there. He was alone. Recognizing where he was, he gazed absently at the walls. This was a corridor within Farsas Castle, a place he knew inside and out. A row of windows lined the walls to his right, with doors on the opposite side. The windows were full of a lavender sky. He couldn’t see the end of the hall. It simply went on deeper and deeper. A glance backward told him things were the same in that direction. He stared at the row of doors. Have there always been so many rooms here? Puzzled, he pushed open the closest door and went inside. It led to the castle courtyard. A boy of seven or eight stood there, his back to Oscar. When he walked over, the boy turned around.
gpt
Lazar:  “Is this where you’ve been, Your Highness? His Majesty has been searching all over for you.”
human
Oscar:  “I only went out for a bit, Lazar. I’ll head right over to him.” It was only now that Oscar realized he was a boy himself, only a little bit taller than Lazar. It didn’t seem particularly odd, though. They were close in age, so of course he was. “Anyway, stop calling me ‘Your Highness.’ It feels weird.”
gpt
Lazar:  “But that’s who you are, Your Highness,” Lazar protested, looking serious beyond his years. Up until recently, Lazar had called Oscar by his name, but for whatever reason, he had started acting more distant.
human
Oscar:  Annoyed, Oscar sulked. The practice sword at his waist had been crafted shorter to match his height. Unsure of whether he should leave it there, he decided to keep it on as he left the courtyard.