human
Michael, my love! she cried,
gpt
How gray and worn you are now. How hard you must have laboured for me through these long years. Now, how shall I pay you, save by loving you all my life!
human
It is Prince Michael, who went seven years ago, and who we all thought was dead, and he is returned in time to marry our Princess. Now will we indeed have a wedding, and she shall marry the Prince who has toiled so long for her;
gpt
Nay! said the Queen,
human
She has been pledged to Prince Michael for seven years. We are grieved for your sake, King Lambert, but we cannot break our royal word.