conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "In this country, I am just another student. Please treat me as you would anyone else. Everyone, I hope we will come to be friends." She bowed dramatically, placing her hand on her chest and bending at the waist. When she lifted her head, she gave another refreshing smile. I could almost see the flowery shoujo manga backdrop behind her.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Brava, Sister," Claire said, blushing—just as I expected her to. "That is very gracious, Lady Manaria. But we cannot possibly treat the First Crown Princess of Sousse like an ordinary student."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Mr. Torrid seemed unsure of what to do. Although he’d been awarded his own noble title, he came from commoner roots, and he was visibly hesitant to drop all formalities in the presence of royalty. "'First Crown Princess' is a meaningless title. I was part of a battle for succession that has essentially resulted in my being sent away,"
conversations.prefix: Mr. Torrid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Manaria said. Since she was still smiling, it took Mr. Torrid and the other students some time to process the meaning of those words. "The official story is that I’m studying abroad, but the truth is that for all intents and purposes, I’ve been exiled." The classroom erupted in chatter at this frank summary.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Did you know?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Yes. It’s of little consequence, really."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "As you can see, I am no longer a princess. Once again, I ask that you all treat me as your equal," Manaria said without a hint of despair in her voice. She was still smiling with utmost charm, as if she were thoroughly enjoying herself.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "A-ahem. We will continue to reflect on how to treat Lady Manaria. For now, let us resume class," Mr. Torrid said, motioning for Manaria to take her seat.
conversations.prefix: Mr. Torrid:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Understood, Mr. Torrid." Manaria headed toward us. She took the seat to Claire’s left, opposite me, and greeted her with a confident smile. "Hey, Claire. It’s been a while,"
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "It has been quite a long time, Sister. I am glad to see you look well." Claire smiled back. "I cannot believe the Sousse Kingdom would cast you aside in favor of that imbecile."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Ha ha ha. Don’t say that. I was illegitimate, after all."
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "But—"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I’m actually quite relieved to escape all the family drama. Now, I’m free." Manaria smiled innocently at Claire’s persistence. She sounded like she was being honest.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Very well. If you say so, then I will not push the issue further."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Thank you. And who is this?" Manaria looked curiously at me with her brown eyes.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "She is my servant. You, introduce yourself."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I am Rae Taylor, slave to my beloved Miss Claire."
conversations.prefix: Rae: