human
Tinasha:  "He-hey!" Tinasha yelped reflexively, but she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
gpt
Tinasha:  As the confused woman was pulled back into place next to him, the sensation of her skin sliding directly against Oscar’s made her feel distinctly uncomfortable.
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha tried to crawl out of his arms. "This is too—"
gpt
Oscar:  Her behavior made Oscar frown. "What is it? Why are you moving away?"
human
Tinasha:  "I—I mean, that felt really weird, okay?! I’ve never done that before!"
gpt
Oscar:  "You’re funny…" Oscar sighed, rubbing at his temples.
human
Tinasha:  She flailed in an attempt to break free, but she was no match for the king’s toned arms, which held her fast.
gpt
Oscar:  "Looks like you’re still asleep. Guess I should do something to wake you up," Oscar whispered, dipping his head to place a kiss along her nape.
human
Tinasha:  She screeched like a cat. "Wait! I said wait! Something’s not right!"
gpt
Oscar:  "You’re acting weird. What’s up with you?"
human
Tinasha:  "Let’s just talk! Let me go!"
gpt
Oscar:  "Not yet," Oscar refused, pinning Tinasha down as she squirmed beneath him.
human
Tinasha:  Even she wasn’t certain why it felt wrong. There was simply a definite feeling of abnormality. As Tinasha thrashed around, one of her feet knocked against a cold, hard object of some kind that had no place in a bed. She frowned. "Wait, there’s something here."
gpt
Oscar:  "Something as in what, exactly?" Oscar asked, lifting his head.
human
Tinasha:  She scrambled out from under him and fumbled around under the sheets for it. Then her hand closed around it. "Here it is." The pair of them gazed down at a blue jewel etched with sigils along its surface. Something deep in her memory whispered, I know what this is.
gpt
Tinasha:  "Ah!" she cried as waves and waves of memories abruptly flooded her mind.
human
Tinasha:  The sheer volume of so many chronicles and lifetimes lived repeatedly was enough to send her reeling. In some, she never became a witch and perished along with her country. While in others, she died as a young child. There were a few where she perished after becoming a witch. A few lifetimes came and went without her ever meeting Oscar. A couple she spent alone. In so many, she died before ever having the chance for atonement. Others had her perishing from a sudden danger that arose once everything was over. That she could wind up in his arms at all after her fate had changed so many times was nothing short of a miracle, the end point of an indescribable series of events. This memory was like a dream, which was why she felt so happy and loved here. So much so that she would choose to return to this point from any other in time and space. Tinasha buried her face in her hands and abruptly broke into muffled sobs, leaving Oscar flummoxed.
gpt
Oscar:  He wrapped his arms around her soft form. Using a finger to tip her chin up, he gazed into her dark eyes. "What is it? What happened?"
human
Tinasha:  "Oscar…" Slowly, Tinasha blinked.