human
Tinasha:  Tinasha was not a child for very long. Her position and the tumultuousness of the era did not permit it. She couldn’t rely on anyone or trust them. All around the young queen enthroned under extraordinary circumstances were people who either feared her or wanted her removed. Her only supporters were the twelve mystical spirits she had inherited. They were the only ones she could trust, and they became like friends and family to her. "I’m exhausted." The girl sighed, lying facedown on her huge bed. Only a few months had passed since her coronation, and fourteen-year-old Tinasha buried her face in her pillow and sucked in a deep breath.
gpt
Senn:  "You should sleep. You can’t keep going like this." The spirit Senn, there as her bodyguard, said to her.
human
Tinasha:  "I’m fine. I won’t stay up much longer. Kill any assassins that come while I’m sleeping, okay?"
gpt
Senn:  "No matter who it is?"
human
Tinasha:  "No matter who," she replied flatly. When Senn didn’t answer, tears welled in her dark eyes. She mumbled into her pillow, "I mean…if I’m ever indulgent with anyone… Well, that’s exactly the type of person that they’ll try to use to kill me. I have to treat them all the same. That way, only those willing to fight me will come." She was undoubtedly thinking of how, just the other day, a lady-in-waiting around the queen’s age had attempted regicide. If she showed any weakness, her political opponents would take advantage of it. Blood did not determine who inherited the throne of Tuldarr. Eliminating Tinasha meant someone else could take her place.
gpt
Senn:  Senn opened his mouth, but mostly repeated what he’d said earlier. "You should sleep. You’ll sit on the throne until you’re an old woman. That’s probably going to feel like a long time to you."
human
Tinasha:  "Not that long, I bet," she muttered. She would probably die before that. No matter how idealistic or powerful anyone was, they would not last long in times like these. People were always tricking and stabbing one another in the back. All wished for it to end, but none could find a way out. That was true for the entire mainland. Thus, even if Tinasha triumphed and survived, she wanted to relinquish her status before turning gray. Decades of using her extraordinary power to intimidate everyone into submission might very well drive her insane. Even if she retained her wits, her subjects would suffer if her ways of thinking grew old-fashioned and she began to pursue peace and quiet for herself. So, at most, she had another twenty years of this left. Ruminating on how that was a very long time indeed, Tinasha glanced up. "If you want me to fall asleep, talk to me."
gpt
Senn:  "Talk to you? Shall I report on something?"
human
Tinasha:  "No, just talk. Tell me about you. What was it like when you manifested before?