if i had a voice i would sing

He felt like he was floating, drifting through the waters on a hot summers day with the rays beating heavily down upon him. It was bright... He felt as though he should open his eyes but instead he just squeezed them shut harder. The pain was gone, if this was a dream he did not want to wake up from it. Eyes squeezed shut harder, attempting to push out the sunlight for a little bit longer, massive form curling and contorting up within himself as if trying to make himself as small as possible. But he had to wake up. War was raging on around him, though he couldn't hear it he knew it was happening. In reality he had not been at war in months, maybe even a year. Time seemed to flow differently here even though he had yet to open his eyes and realize why exactly all the pain and noise around him had stopped. Vixe just wanted to sleep, to enjoy this time of peace and painlessness. The last thing he remembered was seeing Azalea, his aunt and a massive scarred woman running at him. But mostly Azalea. His dear Azalea, the woman he had wished to make his own but in the end he knew it would never happen. She belonged to his king and Vixe would not go against him. So eyes remained closed, happy to simply dream about her and a different world where they might have been able to be together.

Speech!