#meda mods

[windflowerofskellige]

‘King Vizimir,’ interrupted the fair-haired medium in an unemotional voice, ‘was murdered yesterday evening. Stabbed by an assassin. Redania no longer has a king.’

When Philippa had gotten back she found her son knelt before the place where the assassin had stabbed his father. Hedwig refused to look at her, Dijkstra had finally regained the ability to stand, and the Prince was knelt before stained dried blood. Sufficed to say, Redania was in disarray.

"Radzio," she said softly sitting on the bench next to the Prince. "My little eagle why do you do this to yourself?"

Dijkstra glanced at her from across the bloody room. "He refuses to let anyone clear it out."

"He's not coming back," The teen prince chokes out. He was out of sobs months ago. "I want him back."

Philippa stood, "come on, this is unbefitting of someone of your stature."

"I don't care." The Prince hisses. "He was my father."

"This isn't going to bring him back, stand."

The Prince flinches, but obliges—arms crossed sourly.

Radovid doesn't have many good memories of Lady Eilhart. But she did not lash nor scold nor meter out a punishment. She pulled him gently into a hug.

"You'll be okay." She soothes. "We're cleaning this room."

[windflowerofskellige]

LORE FRIENDLY PHILIPPA PUBLISHED

I was not satisified with the one I had in progress so I revamped it! my lore friendly philippa mod is up for download on nexus! see under the cut for screenshots.

[windflowerofskellige]

An angel and a devil on your shoulder, one whispers dark temptations, one only wants the best for you. For the Queen of Temeria however she didn't seem to have an angel, only a striga and a devil.

For her political opponents it was clear as day. The Queen surrounded herself with monsters. But when does a monster become a man? Arabella would say when it is loved.

She certainly loved her sister and husband, and they her. Nothing could sway the young queen. Thusly something strange happened in Temerian history. The Queen was buried next to a striga. And even now, some nights, dark in the family crypt, archivists swear they can hear the giggling of two women.

[windflowerofskellige]

"Yes, your grace?" I say, knowing there is so much more beneath your stone cold grieving face.

In another life perhaps I could've been your mentor.

And in another life perhaps I would hold you.

But I have always understood the weight of duty, and I will always understand the crown that binds you.

[windflowerofskellige]

"You'll be my queen

I'll be your king

And I'll be your lover, too"

Van Morrison — I'll Be Your Lover, Too

[windflowerofskellige]

Heres some larger and better lit versions of my last post.

[windflowerofskellige]

"All I want to do is be more like me and be less like you."

[windflowerofskellige]

I think they liked me better when I was just a face. A melancholic exhibit of a tumultuous childhood. When I lived to be a story, my blood ink, dripping sadness on the page.

They didn't like me when I was a vision of you. Haunted by you. Conditioned, molded, sculpted by you. There is a glisten in my eyes that reflects you. Slowly, steadily, beating. The anger returns. They are afraid of me, as they once were of you.

And even in my troubled sleep... There are days where I still see you.

Watching. Waiting.

Burning up, a tormented display. And I wonder, sometimes, when I lay awake. Are you proud of me? Or am I better off the vision of a boy they prefer me, a face without a name and a name without a face?