human
Oscar:  "...Time to kick her out." Oscar muttered under his breath and got to his feet. Just then, there was a light rap at the window.
gpt
Oscar:  “What is it, Tinasha?”
human
Tinasha:  The witch opened the window and entered, then looked shocked to see Cecelia there. “I am so very sorry, but I need to borrow him for some important business. I hope that’s all right with you.” Tinasha said very politely but in a manner that brooked no objections.
gpt
Cecelia:  “I never… How very rude to come in from a place like that! Your Highness, just who is this woman?”
human
Oscar:  “My wi—mage.” Oscar replied, correcting himself just before the word witch could escape from his mouth.
gpt
Cecelia:  When Cecelia, the princess of a country that hated magic, heard that, her eyebrows flew up. She leaped to her feet and brazenly stepped right in front of Tinasha, glaring into her deep, dark eyes. “A mage, was it? A mere mage who doesn’t know her place… How filthy. Begone!” she haughtily decreed.
human
Tinasha:  “A mere mage? You should watch your mouth, you imbecile.”
gpt
Cecelia:  “What did you call me? !”
human
Tinasha:  “Leave. Do I have to repeat myself before you understand?” The witch’s eyes were like two pools of bottomless black—a silent gravity that dominated the entire room. Cecelia shrank back, cowed by the intensity of her gaze. Oscar gaped at the witch in numb shock. He had seen Tinasha look fearsome and intimidating before, but never had he seen her with eyes that could force others to submit so completely.
gpt
Cecelia:  Cecelia looked at Oscar imploringly, but once she realized no help would be coming from him, she all but fled the room. Only the witch and Oscar were left.