human
Anastasia:  It was her last gift to the dead man, and then she sinuously glided out of the room, leaving the rest to her strategist, who stood with his head bowed. By the time she emerged from the door of the mansion and started boarding the waiting dragon carriage, she’d already forgotten her brother’s face. Then she smiled sweetly. Her attention was already on her next objective.
gpt
Anastasia:  "Now, the pruning is done. I can’t wait for what comes next, Prisca.”