human
Emperor:  "We have said we do not speak three times. Yes?" The emperor looked very nearly bored atop his throne.
gpt
Action:  An unpleasant sound followed. “Hrggh…ghh…” A saber was stained with blood as the steel buried itself halfway into the exposed neck. The young man with the sword from before groaned, coughing blood, then collapsed where he stood. The act was performed with cruel courtesy. He had first stepped away from his post so he would not dirty the red carpet. The wound was fatal.
human
Young Man:  "Wh-why? !"
gpt
Action:  Ferris swallowed after fully realizing what had just happened and tried to rush over to the fallen boy. But the other imperial soldiers drew their swords and barred his way.
human
Ferris:  "Wha—?"
gpt
Soldier:  "This is what it means to have control in Volakia. You had best not forget it."
human
Action:  After being turned away by bare steel, the emperor’s brutal words were directed at the speechless Ferris’s back. The reality weighed on his heart and made his chest tighten, and Julius felt the same. The philosophies of Volakia and Lugunica would never see eye to eye. The gulf dividing their two nations had become disturbingly clear, reflected in the blood spreading slowly across the floor.