human
Oscar:  Last-minute appeals came rushing in one after another, and by the time Oscar could reach a stopping point, it was late in the afternoon. He glanced at the clock and frowned. "Damn. Practice with Tinasha—" Then he stopped, remembering that she had left Farsas.
gpt
Lazar:  Not missing how his king’s face had screwed up in a scowl, Lazar gave a wan smile. “I’m sure she’s incredibly busy. Her coronation is in two days.”
human
Oscar:  "She really was here until the absolute last minute…"
gpt
Oscar:  Tinasha had spent merely half a year living at the castle, but lingering traces of her scent popped up everywhere. Oscar sighed, recalling how she’d smiled at him while clad in a short-sleeved outfit like something a child would wear. “She’s an odd one, all right. Make sure everything she did and said in Farsas is noted down. I want it recorded for posterity.”
human
Lazar:  “I believe Tuldarr may object to that,” Lazar said, implying that her behavior had been just that bizarre and surely her homeland would prefer that the queen’s eccentricities were kept quiet.
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Oscar:  “If she were a princess instead of a future queen, they might find her antics amusing,” Oscar asserted.
human
Lazar:  “Are you sure? Let’s not forget how many times she’s wound up covered in blood,” Lazar pointed out with a shudder.
gpt
Oscar:  Ignoring him, Oscar rested his chin in his hands. He wanted her to have other paths she could choose besides a life of solitude spent under tremendous pressure. Oscar realized he’d sunk deep into contemplation and snapped back to himself with a grimace. “Ugh, ridiculous.”
human
Oscar:  How long was he going to spend thinking about someone who was gone? There was no shortage of other things to consider. From the corner of his eye, Oscar noticed that Lazar was watching him discreetly. The king waved a hand at his attendant. “I’m fine. Get back to work.”
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Lazar:  “Um, about that, Your Majesty.