conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  AFTER RETURNING from Bauer, I was thrust straight into the frustrating mess that was my family’s power struggle. The rotten nobles were fixated on predicting who the next ruler would be and which faction they should support to line their pockets as much as possible. They thought only of themselves, not their citizenry. I was by no means a virtuous woman, but I was still royalty. I had little interest in tawdry politics, but I’d been raised to love my people. So when I returned to my country and saw it on the precipice of ruin, I did what I knew I must—I announced my candidacy for the throne. I was reluctant to return to this life, but I could not allow the people to suffer. As someone with the means to do what was right, I had a responsibility to take up the mantle. That was what it meant to be royalty.
conversations.prefix: Manaria Sousse:
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conversations.value:  “…But what is it that I can do?” Having been exiled once, I received little support. The memory of my womanizing scandal was still fresh in the minds of the citizens. But I persisted in my campaign, promising to pass policies that would help the common man.
conversations.prefix: Manaria Sousse:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Manaria Sousse, is it? Nice to meet you.”
conversations.prefix: Manaria Sousse:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  The tides turned when Sousse’s largest newspaper interviewed me. Until then, they’d only interviewed the candidates higher in the line of succession for the throne. A young journalist named Bettina Ermini sought me out, though. It was surprising to see a woman in such a male-dominated profession. She wore black-rimmed glasses and had disheveled hair. At first, I was a bit unsure if she could write a proper article for me, but my doubts were dispelled in moments.
conversations.prefix: Manaria Sousse:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Allow me to get straight to the point. Are you an ally to women?” Even though she was speaking to royalty, she did not mince her words. She possessed a biting eloquence that ran contrary to her slack appearance. My opinion of her reversed in an instant. She was the real deal, unlike the many journalists who were only capable of writing puff pieces. She was the kind who’d show up on the scene and drag the truth into the light herself, pen in hand. Her questions were numerous and varied. Obviously, she asked about the scandal. But she also asked about what kind of government I hoped to run, what kind of person I was, and what kind of future I envisioned for Sousse. The interview took a whole five and a half hours, and she never let up once. It took all I had to match her pace. Looking back on it, I doubt I’d ever talked about myself at such length to anyone else. Among the questions she asked were a few personal ones that I would normally have declined to answer, but I understood right away that she wasn’t asking out of curiosity.
conversations.prefix: Bettina Ermini: