human
Zefiria:  "Just come out and say it.” “That’s really all it is. Please, enjoy the wine," Zefiria said with a beautiful, clear voice.
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar lifted the glass up to the moonlight and put his lips to its rim. Ultimately, he set it back down on the table without taking a sip. “Sorry. I’ll have some later.”
human
Zefiria:  “Oh? What’s wrong?”
gpt
Oscar:  “It isn’t that I don’t trust you, but I can’t be too careful lately. Forgive me.”
human
Zefiria:  “I don’t mind," Zefiria assured him, smiling and taking a step closer and reaching out for Oscar. “Very soon, you’ll be married. Congratulations.”
gpt
Oscar:  “Mm-hmm.”
human
Zefiria:  “Farsas will flourish with this tie to Tuldarr. You are the very image of a king, Your Majesty.” Invisible thorns barbed Zefiria’s words, and Oscar scowled.
gpt
Oscar:  He caught hold of her wrist as she extended her arm toward him. “Like I told you before, I didn’t choose her for her status. I like her for who she is. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but keep the gossip to yourself.”
human
Zefiria:  The woman only laughed in response. She gazed up at Oscar, eyes filled with chaotic, whirling emotions.
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar’s voice grew more chilling. “Zefiria, what have you done with Lazar?”
human
Zefiria:  “I told you, I don’t know.”
gpt
Oscar:  “Then why hasn’t he returned, and why did you use his name to bring me here?”
human
Zefiria:  “I merely borrowed his name. I don’t know where he is,” she asserted. Her face claimed ignorance, yet her voice felt barbed.
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar made a face at how vague she was being.
human
Zefiria:  Zefiria laughed, her eyes inscrutable. “I actually have one request.”
gpt
Oscar:  “What?”
human
Zefiria:  “I want you, Your Majesty.”
gpt
Oscar:  “You can’t have me. Give up,” Oscar replied immediately, rejecting that request that reeked like a poison flower.
human
Zefiria:  She wriggled her hand out of his grasp. “I’ll abandon hope, then. But in exchange…”