human
Crusch:  The smile that played across Crusch’s lips had brought him up short as she agreed with him. It was not the smile of someone faintly recalling an old and faded name from the past. —Rather, it bespoke an admiration, indeed a fondness, for the forgotten king.
gpt
Fourier:  “Eeyowch!”
human
Fourier:  “Your Highness?! Wh-what are you doing to yourself?” Fourier had been on the verge of breaking into a vacuous smile. To prevent it, he had given himself a forceful slap on the cheek, startling Crusch.
gpt
Crusch:  “Are you all right, Your Highness? Has something happened?”
human
Fourier:  “N-nothing at all. A trivial matter. A bug landed on my cheek. It is my burden to be loved even by creatures as small as that!” Fourier’s cheek was red and his eyes were watering, but Crusch looked suitably deceived.
gpt
Crusch:  “I see…”
human
Fourier:  Convinced that the pain had been worth it, Fourier privately praised his own judgment before turning the conversation back to the subject of the Lion King. "Crusch. I see you have an exceptional appreciation of the Lion King. Why is that?”
gpt
Crusch:  “No special reason. And is this something we should be discussing in the royal castle…?”
human
Fourier:  “What, would it become an issue if anyone overheard? Then let it be our secret, yours and mine. I, for one, certainly shall not tell anyone. I never betray a promise!” He sounded so sure of himself.
gpt
Crusch:  After a moment’s silence, Crusch smiled again. She was speaking to one of the primary members of the royal household. There was no such thing as a secret. To her, Fourier seemed to have forgotten that he was of royal blood. She looked at him, a little stunned. “I have a thought sometimes. Even though, knowing the meaning of my house’s crest, and knowing of the pact with the dragon that protects our kingdom, I think it might be too much for this small body of mine.”
human
Fourier:  “What thought is that?”
gpt
Crusch:  “In the time of the Lion King, we did not have the stability we enjoy now. But they did not have this stagnation, either. The dragon’s blessing makes our lives easy—perhaps too easy.”
human
Fourier:  “—” Fourier found himself swallowing heavily at her words.
gpt
Crusch:  Seeing him fall silent, Crusch’s lips curled into a smile again. However, it was not the affectionate smile of earlier but a detached expression that somehow seemed adult. “Will Your Highness punish me now for disrespecting the kingdom?”
human
Fourier:  “In all honesty, I’m beginning to think it is best to keep this between us. You’re right that this talk ought not to be shared with just anyone. And yet…” Fourier could not quite see what Crusch saw. Call it a difference in intellect or in way of life. The young prince had only just begun becoming acquainted with her nature, and he was unable to offer an answer to what she pondered.
gpt
Crusch:  When she saw Fourier agonizing over what she had said, Crusch half closed her eyes, the strength draining from her shoulders.