#got randomly inspired

[sketches-by-lexie]

Doodlin some royal family

[saintgranny]

maps spread in front of her, ciri plays with her dagger. wishing to pluge it into the very heart of all this evil. nilfgaard's heart. emhyr's heart. she never thought of herself this way - that she would be there, an army behind her, like her grandmother did, once upon a time.

" something bothers you. " the voice echoes. it is reassuring, and ciri no longer feels alone. she smiles. " no. nothing, grandmamma. " she promises.

the spirit's barely visible features twist in a look ciri knows all too well. calanthe always knew. somehow, she always knew.

" is it fear, that holds you back? " ciri digs the dagger into the soft wood of the table. she raises her eyes at the ghost of her past. " no. i am not afraid. not anymore. " " then what is it? " she wants to command her to go, but she does not want her to go. so she sighs. leaning back in the chair, her head resting against the top of it, eyes averted towards the ceiling.

" am i worthy? these people... they believe in me. but should they? " " you are a daughter of raven. like me. legend says, that as long as there is a raven on the throne of cintra, the kingdom will be happy. it will prosper. " ciri looks back at her. sitting up, eyes shining with hope. " is it true? "

calanthe chuckles, shaking her head. if ciri wants to be queen, she needs to understand... " it does not matter wether it is true. but wether the people believe it. "

[casuallyoverdressed]

contrasts

The fumbling of hands before they clasp

The worry you hide behind the mask

The pride inside when you succeed 

The shame you have at your own greed

The love you hold for those you care

The fear you fight when they're not there

Life is full of beautiful contrasts,

How you cry

How you laugh

How you feel

How you look

What you deserve and

what you took.