human
Oscar:  Several Farsas nobles have put in requests for an audience with you, and they would like to bring along their daughters… Er…”
gpt
Oscar:  “And they’re hoping I’ll pick one to be queen? That sounds annoying. Schedule them all for the same day.”
human
Lazar:  “Are you sure?” Lazar asked.
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar detected the layered meaning in the question but kept his face blank as he responded. “The curse is broken, so I need to evaluate some prospects for queen soon. It’s good timing, since I want to pick the most harmless one possible.” Now that the curse was undone, there was no need to seek out the most suitable partner possible. Things would be the same no matter who she was. Forcing himself to switch gears, Oscar returned to his work. Three hours later, he remembered that he had never eaten lunch. Tuldarr had not had a queen in six generations, and no ruler had inherited so much as a single mystical spirit in eleven generations.