Shadewood nessun dorma

for @Themis :eyes:
song

The quiet wood was slowly filled with the sound of his voice
nessun dorma…
nessun dorma…
It felt strange to sing so softly. When he sang this, or any song from the opera house, it was the only moments where his voice was truly heard. It soared above crowds of men and woman. And now -
tu pure, o principessa…
- now he can barely hear himself.
guardi le stelle
che tremano d'amore, e di speranza.
the yearling slowly weaved through the trees. unbeknownst to him, he was heading towards claimed lands.