human
Serena:  It was a sword wound, large and white, given to her by her father when she had taken the reins of the family for herself. Her nickname, the Scorching Lady, had come about because at the conclusion of that family power struggle, she supposedly burned her father alive. "Serena! I’m grateful to say I have. And you seem in good health. That’s wonderful."
gpt
Jorah:  Jorah’s simpering smile contrasted sharply with Serena’s easy, confident greeting.
human
Priscilla:  Priscilla was used to her “beloved” husband’s meekness by now; it was just how he always was and not a sign that he was intimidated by Serena’s rank.
gpt
Serena:  Still, confronted with a fifty-something-year-old man and his twelve-year-old spouse, even Serena couldn’t help being a bit surprised. "You must be the new wife I’ve heard so much about." She said, allowing her gaze to settle on Priscilla. "I’d been told you were quite young, and I wondered if maybe that was why he’d been single for so long…"
human
Priscilla:  While her husband doubled over, Priscilla stood beside him looking entirely in her element.
gpt
Serena:  "But I’m reminded that rumors can’t always be trusted. I see Miles and Balleroy gave me an accurate report."