human
Tinasha:  "We’re not fighting. We just had a disagreement." She burst out laughing.
gpt
Mila:  "But you’re about to get married. What if he’s tired of you now?"
human
Tinasha:  "Hmm. Well, I can’t do anything about that if it happens." She replied indifferently.
gpt
Mila:  Mila’s eyes grew wide. "You’re really okay with it?"
human
Tinasha:  "I can’t change how he feels, and I have something I need to do. Even if I don’t become his queen, I can still be by his side in other ways. Farsas would approve of something like that more readily anyhow."
gpt
Mila:  "Something like what?"
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha only grimaced. Then an intricate spell configuration formed between her hands. From the air, the queen peered down at the mansion below. Located on the outskirts of a rural town in Tayiri, the holiday villa had belonged to some noble or other for five years. That was the cover story, anyway. However, several days of monitoring a magical surveillance network that spanned the mainland had revealed the truth.
gpt
Tinasha:  "I finally got a bite on one of my lines, but it took up a good chunk of time. Still, now I have some hope of winning." She snapped her fingers.
human
Tinasha:  "Let’s go. After this, I have to appear at the Gandona ball." She signaled Mila with a look, and the spirit nodded. The queen snapped again. With that cue, her spell became a gigantic cage and sank onto the mansion below. It would prevent teleportation and crush anything within. Unfortunately, it was repelled, if only just, by defensive wards laid upon the estate.
gpt
Mila:  "Wow! That’s a pretty ironclad barrier." Mila whistled.
human
Tinasha:  "Looks like we’ll have to force our way in." She said dismissively, lifting her right hand. Then she swung it straight down. A huge hammer made of magic smashed a hole in the villa’s roof with a loud bang. With the core of the wards destroyed, the barrier dispersed. Tinasha and Mila descended into the hole.