conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Dole spoiled her terribly, and I admonished him for it numerous times, but he never did stop. I wanted to spoil her myself, to tell the truth. It wasn’t fair that I was always the one stuck scolding her. I complained about this to her wet nurse, our head maid, but she replied that that was what it meant to be a mother. Alas. Our lives were turbulent. But I was strangely happy.
conversations.prefix: Melia:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Mother!” No matter how many times I scolded her, Claire always happily leapt into my arms. Sometimes she would cry after I lectured her, sometimes she would need to be cheered up after making a mistake with her dance, and sometimes she would come running to our bed because she was scared of the lightning outside. But no matter the occasion, I always found my worries blown away by her wholehearted, pure love and trust in me. Claire turned four today. The maids and I prepared a wonderful party for her, but before we could celebrate, a letter arrived. The sender was Clément Achard. He was inviting us to a discussion with many other influential nobles, several of whom had signed the letter as well, making the invitation difficult to ignore. It sounded like many members of the progressive faction had been invited too, and the letter mentioned something about the conservative side being willing to make a compromise. As the leader of the progressive faction, House François had to attend.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “No, you can’t go! Today’s my birthday, you two have to stay with me!” Claire protested with tears in her eyes. She so often had to endure Dole and I being absent. She hardly complained, but we knew it was tough on her, so we’d made an effort to plan for us to spend her birthday with her.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  “Claire, don’t cause problems for your mother. As nobles, we must put our duty first.” Dole said with a guilty look. I’m sure he would have chosen to stay with Claire in a heartbeat if he could.
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “But I’m always putting up with you two being away… Can’t I have you here on my birthday?” Claire said through tears.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  I felt like my heart would tear in two. Shaken, I thoughtlessly said, “I’m truly sorry, Claire. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Oh, I know! I’ll buy you a birthday present, anything you want. What would you like, dear?”
conversations.prefix: Melia:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  She froze stiff, before yelling, “I don’t need your presents! I hate you, Mother!” She then ran away to her room.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, Claire…” She was too young to understand a noble’s duties. We tried explaining it to her a number of times, but some things were simply beyond a four-year-old’s comprehension.
conversations.prefix: Melia:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “She’ll understand one day, Melia. The responsibilities of a noble come before all. Even before family.”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “…I know.
conversations.prefix: Melia: