human
Tinasha:  “Urgh, no, I’ll work on it…” While Tinasha was busy with her everyday royal duties, her wedding was fast approaching, as was her abdication. Once she became queen consort of Farsas, Tinasha would have much less work to do, but that didn’t mean she could sleep in all day. As Tinasha curled up remorsefully, Oscar pressed a kiss to her forehead.
gpt
Oscar:  “Go to sleep. Good night.”
human
Tinasha:  “Good night.” She whispered back. Then Oscar returned to his own bed. But there would only be a little while longer of that.