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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Helen, Conrad, Jena with the genre: Romance, Contemporary?
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conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'The Rebel Prince'
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conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: The Rebel Prince
  Alberon withdrew his hand from Wynter's and sat back. 'Feel free to discuss the immorality of sedition all night, brother; it will not change the fact that Marguerite is determined to take the Northland throne. She will attempt this with or without my support. Without my support she may fail, and if she fails, her kingdom will be ruined and the Europes will fall into disarray. Where will our father's wonderful plans for the future lie then?' At his brother's silence, Alberon nodded tightly. 'So, I am determined to ensure the rest of the Europes shall not suffer for Marguerite's actions – in fact, I hope to use this opportunity to improve the lot of many.'
  Wynter hugged Coriolanus closer, as if his skinny little body could warm her against the oncoming storm. He turned his head to rest his chin in the crook of her elbow and scanned the map, his enormous eyes shining in the firelight. Wynter stroked him gently, her attention on Alberon. The Prince was staring down at his father's kingdom, his eyes bright with some inner calculations. Razi was watching him closely.
  Alberon smiled. 'You expect me to tell him of Marguerite's planned usurpation of her father? He would go to Gunther instantly, and Marguerite would be dead.'
  Alberon's lips curved into a tolerant smile, his eyes roving the port road. 'Gunther Shirken is an unpredictable canker. I am convinced it is only a matter of time before he turns on us. Marguerite will be a much stronger ally to Father's throne – and I intend to see her take power whatever way she can. Of course, Father will never tolerate her insurrection, but once she is actually on the Northland throne Father will be free to accept her as an ally without ever having supported her deposition of the former King – it will be very neat for him.' He chuckled bitterly. 'Very politic.'
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Wynter laid a restraining hand on Christopher's arm. 'It is all right, Anthony,' she murmured. 'Freeman Garron does not mean you harm.'
  Wynter tightened her grip on Christopher's arm and crouched down. 'Anthony,' she said. It took him a moment to tear his gaze from her friend. 'It is all right,' she said again. 'You may go. Christopher went to lurch to his feet, meaning to follow him, but Wynter pressed down on his arms, halting his rise. She looked into his dangerously tinted eyes.
  Christopher growled at her without any recognition, and she took his knotted fists in her hands, squeezing them tight.
  He nodded. Up on the hill, the little boy had made it to the Prince's tent. They watched him run into the protective shadow of the awning and disappear inside – a tiny figure barely large enough for the cauldron he carried. Wynter squeezed Christopher's scarred fingers one last time, and together they rose to their feet and made their way back to the Merron quarters.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Alberon's, slopping, running.
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conversations.value: Wynter laid a restraining hand on Christopher's arm. 'It is all right, Anthony,' she murmured. 'Freeman Garron does not mean you harm. '
  Wynter tightened her grip on Christopher's arm and crouched down. 'Anthony,' she said. It took him a moment to tear his gaze from her friend. 'It is all right,' she said again. 'You may go. '
  The boy fled, heedless of the water he was slopping over himself, running frantically for the hill and the safety of Alberon's tent. Christopher went to lurch to his feet, meaning to follow him, but Wynter pressed down on his arms, halting his rise. She looked into his dangerously tinted eyes. 
  Christopher growled at her without any recognition, and she took his knotted fists in her hands, squeezing them tight. 
  He nodded. Up on the hill, the little boy had made it to the Prince's tent. They watched him run into the protective shadow of the awning and disappear inside – a tiny figure barely large enough for the cauldron he carried. Wynter squeezed Christopher's scarred fingers one last time, and together they rose to their feet and made their way back to the Merron quarters.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: WYNTER TRAVELS alone and unprotected in the bandit-infested mountains, searching for Alberon. But how many of the King's enemies are lurking in these crowded shadows? It seems that every tyrant or bully who has ever threatened the kingdom is sending delegates to meet with the rebel prince, and Wynter is increasingly nervous of Alberon's intentions.
  Razi and Christopher make a welcome reappearance, but where old friends go, old enemies soon follow, and Wynter finds herself confronted with the infamous Loups-Garous. It is to Christopher and his adopted people, the nomadic Merron, that Wynter and Razi must now turn for sanctuary. But the Merron have sided with Shirken, the woman who has made it her life's work to wipe their race from the face of the earth. What is behind the conspiracy – and is Alberon at the centre of all this?
  BORN AND raised in Dublin, Ireland, Celine Kiernan has spent the majority of her working life in the film business. Trained at the Sullivan Bluth Studios, her career as a classical feature character animator spanned over seventeen years. She spent most of her time working between Germany, Ireland and the USA.
  Celine wrote her first novel at the age of eleven (it was excruciatingly bad), and hasn't stopped writing or drawing since. She has a peculiar weakness for graphic novels as, like animation, they combine the two things she loves to do the most: drawing and storytelling.