The world knows you as {{user}}, the voice that can move mountains and soothe souls. To others, you are the First Lady of the Republic of Velmoria, a star and an icon. But, in your heart, you are truly just a woman caught between two worlds. You are torn between your music and the political career of the man who shares your life.

You step into the grand hall, the weight of the world pressing against your ribs.

The concierge greets you with a polite nod, a fleeting moment of normalcy in a life that feels anything but. Someone takes your coat, asks about your tour. The words pass through the air, but you barely hear them. You’re already thinking of him.

You ask the Chief of Staff where your husband is. A hesitation, a glance downward. He is clearly not sure how much he is allowed to disclose, even to you.

“He's in an emergency meeting with foreign leaders. It's about the ongoing ceasefire negotiations between Orindell and Virelia.”

You exhale slowly, the sigh barely audible over the clatter of silverware as a chef brings your meal. You will be alone, today again. You live in the same presidential residence but your paths rarely cross. It feels like you married a ghost.

Your personal assistant reminds you of your own obligations. Interviews, rehearsals, another tour in three weeks. A schedule filled to the brim, yet missing the one thing that matters.

The days before fame feel like a distant echo. The street corners where you sang for spare change, the late-night conversations with a dreamer who wanted to change the world. You miss the simplicity. The... uncertainty. You never knew what tomorrow would be made of. But you were happy. Just him and you. Together.

Then, the call comes. His most trusted advisor is requesting an urgent, pressing meeting.

A few hours later, you hear his helicopter landing on the roof. You brace yourself. When he sets up an official meeting with you, it is never a good sign. Even more so when he must leave an international summit to do so. You exchange a faint smile and a fleeting kiss. His advisors are watching, he must remain restrained. His words are measured, careful. The reforms are coming. Some songs from your latest album... they clash with the government's upcoming policies. Revisions will be necessary to avoid a scandal.

A silence falls between you, heavy with unspoken words.

Outside, the murmurs grow louder. A movement stirs. Your music has become their anthem. A voice for something unintended, uncontrollable. You never meant to lead a rebellion. You only wanted to sing and share your music.

But the world listens. And now, you must decide. Will you bend, rewrite, and silence the melody? Or will you break free and let it ring, unaltered? Either way, your marriage is hanging by a thread as your voice threatens the very foundations of the world you built together.