human
Arakiya:  Arakiya held a pathetic twig she’d just plucked off the tree, and she fixed her single eye on Priscilla, her lips trembling. “Lady Prisca…,” she said, using Priscilla’s other name.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla exhaled quietly at the ancient moniker, a name she’d already abandoned. “It’s hard to escape the irony that it should be you appearing before me at this moment.”
human
Arakiya:  “Princess. I—”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Betrayed me and joined my brother. And it’s brought you this opportunity to finish me off with your own hands. What do you have to say for yourself?”
human
Arakiya:  “N-no, I didn’t! I never…!” Though the young woman normally showed so little emotion, Priscilla’s merciless assault still made her face twist in alarm. “Then just like now… Princess, for you, I…”
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla didn’t speak.
human
Arakiya:  “Today… Today, it’s the same. Master Vincent said to me…”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Fool. You mistake your form of address. My older brother is now the emperor of Volakia, and if you are a soldier of the empire, then you had best remember it. For—” Priscilla paused and crossed her arms. Then she stared down the other girl with her almond-shaped eyes and let her lips curl provocatively. “No… In truth, my brother has not gained the right to call himself emperor of Volakia.”
human
Arakiya:  “Oh…”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Prisca Benedict is dead. My brother alone survives of all the candidates who participated in the Rite of Imperial Selection. Except my existence threatens that entire story, doesn’t it?”
human
Arakiya:  “Lady…Prisca…”
gpt
Priscilla:  “And get my name right while you’re at it. I’m Priscilla now. Priscilla Pendleton—my token of respect for my husband’s last act of service. I must insist you not mistake this, Arakiya.”
human
Arakiya:  “Pri…scilla…?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “I grant it’s merely a bit of playing with sounds. Wherever and in whatever circumstances I may be, I shall always be myself. As much of a headache as that might be for my elder brother.” Priscilla winked at the girl, the one she called Arakiya, and then sniffed.
human
Arakiya:  Arakiya straightened her small shoulders. “Prisca or Priscilla… The princess is my princess. Come with me.