human
Schult:  And despite all appearances to the contrary, he’s quite a talented teacher. If he can’t manage to put letters into your head, I’ll simply cut off his other arm.”
gpt
Schult:  “A very grave responsibility! I’ll try my hardest to learn—for Master Al’s sake!” Schult sat up straighter, spurred by the thought of how awful Al’s life would be without either of his arms. Just as Priscilla nodded in acknowledgment, Schult’s gaze happened to fall on one book in particular. It was the volume that now sat on the chair Priscilla had occupied until a moment before. It had a red cover worked with gold. Schult remembered seeing this one before. Only he, who served as Priscilla’s pillow every night, knew that it was her favorite book, the one she read without fail upon waking every single morning.
human
Schult:  “Lady Priscilla, what book is that?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “…That one? That is not a book for reading. Rather, it’s…full of reminders, let us say. I doubt it would interest you even if you could read it.”
human
Schult:  “‘Reminders,’ milady?” Schult tilted his head, not entirely sure what that could mean.
gpt
Priscilla:  In response, Priscilla took the book in hand, running her fingers along the cover. “Were you to read it, I doubt anything in it would benefit you. What a reader seeks from a book varies from person to person. Simply feeling the heart leap at a dramatic story is one of the pleasures of reading.”
human
Priscilla:  “—? But your staff, Lady Priscilla…”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Even I do not read only to learn. Hmm…” Priscilla sat in her chair once more, then opened the book across her knees and scanned the contents. “You amuse me. Schult, I shall read to you for a few minutes.”
human
Schult:  “You read to me, Lady Priscilla? Oh! I can’t wait!”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Heh. Your guileless reactions continue to charm me. In any case… Yes, let’s see…” Priscilla looked at Schult, who sat bolt upright on the bed, and then she began to speak. Schult, grasping this undreamed-of chance, listened raptly. The voice that filled his ears seemed soft and billowy, like a tender song. Her story began as it seemed every story must:
human
Priscilla:  “Once upon a time, in a certain place, there lived a lovely, sweet, beautiful young woman…”