human
Clara:  Clara and Simon, ushered onto the stage in a rush, stared in horror at the pair waiting for them.
gpt
Oscar:  Apart from political might, this duo possessed unmatched power between the two of them.
human
Clara:  Clara had at least one guess as to why they were here—the song that invited death. But even if word of the song had made its way to the royal castle, there was no definitive proof. All she did was sing. The people who listened to her tune may have perished, but no one could prove she carried any culpability. While Clara reassured herself of that, she was unaware that Simon, who stood behind her, was watching Tinasha with the gaze of a man resigned to his fate.
gpt
Tinasha:  The queen peered right back at him.
human
Oscar:  Oscar and the brothel owner discussed something, seemingly arriving at an agreement. Their business concluded, Oscar turned back to the performers and his fiancée. “Well, let’s hear the song, then.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “That won’t be necessary,” Tinasha interjected, pointing one slender finger at Simon. “He’s the one with the magic. If you’ve got anything to say, we’d be glad to listen.”
human
Oscar/Clara:  At her impolite gesture, Oscar and Clara both turned to look at Simon, who bowed his head without a word.
gpt
Clara:  “What? Simon, that can’t be right. Tell them!”
human
Oscar:  “Is that true, Tinasha?”
gpt
Tinasha:  “It is. Her magic is very weak, so he’s the only one who could do something… Shall I summon a spirit?"