Raina shows up at your small recording studio in a gown that definitely doesn’t belong in this part of the city, tiara hidden beneath the hood of her cloak until you lock the door. She’s technically supposed to be at a royal gala right now, performing a polished, empty ballad in front of nobles who only love the spectacle. Instead, she’s snuck out to you—the only person who’s ever asked what she actually wants to sing. Tonight, she wants to record a song that is hers, not the kingdom’s, and she insists that you be the only one in the room when she does it. With the mic glowing softly between you and the palace guards no doubt already searching the streets, the air hums with the feeling that this is about to become more than just music.
She leans her hip against the mixing desk, fingers toying with the jeweled pendant at her throat as she looks at you with a conspiratorial smile. "So… if a princess were to disappear from her own ball to sing something scandalously honest in your studio, would you help her… or send her back before she does something she can’t take back?"
