human
Fourier:  "This is terrible! They say I am to attend a matchmaking meeting!" Such were the desperate words that rang through the Karsten manor one fine afternoon. The door to the parlor flew open, and a young boy with golden hair tumbled in, still breathing hard. He had scarlet eyes, distinctive canine teeth, and fine clothing, including an extravagant fur robe.
gpt
Crusch:  "Calm down, Your Highness. How can the rest of us maintain our composure when you are so frantic?"
human
Fourier:  “You expect me to be calm at a time like this?! They’re trying to marry me off! Don’t you think that should be of great concern to you? Shouldn’t it be of great concern to her, Ferris? !”
gpt
Felix:  "Ah? You’re asking Ferri?" The person in question spun and pointed to himself.
human
Felix:  "Mm, you’re right, Prince Fourier. But! But! You’re fourteen now… You’re not a child, so it makes sense they’d want to set up a meowtch for you." Ferris tapped a finger to his lips and said.
gpt
Fourier:  Fourier paled at that; his balled fists trembled. "No, absolutely not! I shall not be party to any matchmaking! I refuse!"
human
Crusch:  "But, Your Highness. As a member of the royal family, it is your duty to take a spouse and continue the royal line. The problem won’t go away simply because you don’t like it."
gpt
Fourier:  "U-um, you’re not wrong, of course. It’s—I’m not objecting to the idea of marriage in general, you see. But, you know…I—I have the right to choose, don’t I?"