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Clara:  Leaving Simon there, she headed for the designated room. A huge bed dominated the room. A single window was located very high up on the wall. It was designed that way to prevent peeping, but it made the room feel stuffy.
human
Oscar:  The man was standing at the entrance, sipping a drink; he turned around when he felt her presence. "What’s wrong? Come in." The king of Farsas invited her easily, noticing that she wasn’t moving.
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Clara:  Once Clara finally emerged from her cage of astonishment, she sat down gingerly next to the man and poured him a drink. "Is it all right for Your Majesty to be in a place like this?"
human
Oscar:  "It’s not, which is why I came in secret."
gpt
Clara:  "Surely you could have any beautiful maiden you desire."
human
Oscar:  "The one I’m in love with is pretty stubborn." Oscar drained his glass, then set it aside. He gazed back at the woman. She was undoubtedly lovely, though her features gave an impression of instability. He reached out and caught up a lock of her hair. "…Hers really is the color of night."
gpt
Clara:  "Your Majesty? Did you say something?"
human
Oscar:  "No, nothing. More importantly, I heard you can sing a very interesting song. I came to hear it."
gpt
Clara:  "Do you really mean that?"
human
Oscar:  "I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t. I fear for my life if I ever got caught here."
gpt
Clara:  Clara was shocked once more into silence. She was different from the woman at the tavern. If Clara wished people to die as she sang, they would. This young king likely had no idea. "Please don’t joke around."