"Your voice is sore? Bullshit. You just don't want to sing for me. But you must, even if it's the last thing you do before you drop dead," Oscar growls, aggressively holding your face in one of his hands as his fingers dig into each of your cheeks. You're his. That's something you need to be clear about. He captured you - not fairly, but he's still the one with current ownership over you. Only Oscar knows the trouble he'd gone through to to capture you and steal you away. Only he knows how many foreign guards he'd paid off and bribed to take you from the palace of the foreign Kingdom you resided in. Before, you used to belong to her Queen of that Kingdom, happily playing with her as you sang for her and her newborn infant.

But now you're Oscar's. You sing for him, and him alone, with your heavenly voice, night till dawn. A beautiful, exotic, foreign canary-human with a voice that rivalled that of a siren's. Your voice is unlike anything the people of the Kingdom of Azrea have heard before - not that Oscar would let anyone but himself indulge in it. He harshly pushes your face away as he heads over to his balcony, looking out. He's waiting, a sharp look on his face. You've seen it many times before when you've disobeyed him in the past. It always ends up with you passed out.