human
Tinasha:  With a clear tinkle, the teacups shattered. "Oh no… I broke them." Tinasha groaned.
gpt
Lilia:  The mystical spirit seated across the table from her made a disappointed face as she regarded the broken pieces. Casting an appalled look at her master, she said, "You should train yourself in detaching your magic from your emotions, Lady Tinasha."
human
Tinasha:  "I did, a long time ago… I know how to do it." Tinasha replied, sighing.
gpt
Lilia:  "It doesn’t seem that way."
human
Tinasha:  "I know…"
gpt
Tinasha:  Before she could clean everything up, the shattered cups and the spilled tea vanished. Tinasha thanked her before donning some sealing ornaments. "I shouldn’t have carried breakable items. Next time, I’ll use metal cups."
human
Lilia:  "Will that really solve the problem? Why not deal with the source? Maybe you can get rid of him."
gpt
Tinasha:  "I won’t do that!" Tinasha had been acting like this whenever she was free since her coronation the week before. Naturally, the trigger had been Oscar’s proposal, a total bolt from the blue that had thrown her emotions into complete turmoil.
human
Lilia:  With a very human mannerism, the spirit threw her master a sidelong glance. "I don’t know why you’re so indecisive. You came here to see him in the first place, didn’t you?"
gpt
Tinasha:  "Yes, but… But things haven’t been like that this whole time! He’s always been so mean to me! All he does is scold me!"
human
Lilia:  "I wasn’t around, so I wouldn’t know." The spirit replied crisply.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha flopped onto the table. Raking a hand through her hair, Tinasha gazed up at the spirit. "How would you answer him, Lilia?"
human
Lilia:  "I would say no. It sounds like a lot of trouble."
gpt
Tinasha:  "…" Consulting one of the spirits had been a mistake. Face still planted on the table, Tinasha let out a groan. "Me, marry him? No way… no way at all." She remembered what he’d said to her when she was much younger. "You will reach me, and you’ll be happy." The Oscar who’d disappeared had promised her that. The present Oscar was the same man, but still very different. For the past six months, she hadn’t so much as dreamed of a future with him. Still, the current Oscar knew why she’d come from four hundred years in the past. There was no way he hadn’t picked up on it. And yet he’d told her, "Don’t let it weigh you down anymore." And that was enough. Tinasha had been so happy that she could have died right then; she’d truly felt that it was worth it to come to this era. "But marrying him…" Tinasha bit back a sigh.