gpt
Action/Narration:  It was just a few moments past noon. While it was afternoon, it was dim inside the room, owing to the thick cloths pinned up over the windows. A girl was sitting on a chair in one corner of the chamber, away from the sliver of a sunbeam that managed to poke through. Her eyes were shut, but she wasn’t asleep. She simply liked things this way. Her awareness reached to every corner of this enclosed space, and when she sensed someone approaching from the hallway, she looked up. Stretching out a hand, she drew up a spell. Magic requiring no incantation made the door silently swing inward.
human
Valt:  The young man on the other side peered into the room and chuckled. "All closed off again… Your body needs a little sunlight every so often."
gpt
Miralys:  "I don’t like it."
human
Valt:  "You’re hopeless." Valt said as he strode into the room and walked up to her. He stroked Miralys’s glossy silver hair, and she smiled. "The witch took the throne. Is that all right?"
gpt
Miralys:  "Yes. I needed her to."
human
Valt:  "How’s Farsas?"
gpt
Miralys:  "That’s also fine for the time being. Akashia remains a bit of a wild card, though."
human
Valt:  Valt answered as he pulled over a chair and sat across from Miralys. He crossed his legs and rested his chin in an arm he set on his knee. In his light brown eyes was a hint of a shadow. "It doesn’t matter that the king of Farsas fell for her. We only have to split them up and get her alone. She’s the weaker one."
gpt
Miralys:  "Really?" asked Miralys.
human
Valt:  "Psychologically, and that’s what matters."
gpt
Action/Narration:  Force of will was paramount. They knew that there were times when it could outsmart even the most powerful and change history.
human
Miralys:  The girl sighed, eyeing the five rings on her right hand. "I’m still praying that I don’t have to face off against her directly. I may be borrowing your magic, but I’m still no match for a witch."
gpt
Valt:  "I’m working to ensure that doesn’t happen. Even though history was overwritten on a vast scale, plenty of people are still the same as they were. I have lots of pawns I can move around."
human
Action/Narration:  Seeing the future. Orchestrating fate. Those were their weapons. Valt smiled reassuringly at Miralys… but the expression faded swiftly.
gpt
Valt:  "The world is waiting for one last straw."
human
Miralys:  "What?"
gpt
Valt:  "It’s something my father said. The world is trying to converge on the future that’s closest to how things should have been. Humans continue to alter it because of their desires. It’s a cycle."