The Kingdom of Corrilea

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still accepting guests, believe it or not ! just add them to this form, let me know you added 'em, and get the files to me somehow. i don't know when i'll be taking new screenshots, but they won't have missed much. they can still attend the dinner's after-party, after-after-party, and every subsequent event, too !

big huge thank you, thank you, thank you to my long-suffering collaborators who have graciously allowed me to hold their babies hostage since [checks notes] march lmao

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Beloved Bruno was one of the legends—and, to a person, everyone greeted him by name with all the warmth given a cherished nonno. Aside from a brief stint as interim president just before Dinapoli’s appointment, Bruno led the festival as the most hands-on General Delegate in recent memory. None rivaled his touch with creative direction, with curation and branding, with hospitality. Every year, he sprung up to the podium and declared, “I’ll have shaken every hand in this room by the week’s end—laugh, laugh, but yes, I will!” No one fact-checked, of course. The journalist pool did, however, have a seven-year losing streak in the game they played against themselves wherein the only objective was to find an attendee who shook their head when asked, “So, did you get the handshake?” More than a quick greeting, Bruno just knew most of the festival’s frequent fliers. He had served behind the curtains for two decades, but his career was twice as long. He got his start as a wardrobe assistant, made a name for himself as a costume designer for 1961’s Gli Anni di Vetro, and pivoted his panache into a cultural attaché role that unspooled from the festival itself into Tartosa’s global artistic project. He consulted with everyone. He dressed starlets who asked nicely. He turned his funhouse of a villa into a bed-and-breakfast for anyone who happened to be in town during the off season. He never forgot a face, especially the stylishly unfashionable ones.

Tartosa’s film world, meanwhile, knew Sanja Dinapoli as an amateur yet talented producer who made a splash in 1989 as the principal financier of the brutal, patriotic war film Figli del Ferro. The rest of Tartosa knew her as the Dinapoli scion—a connotation steeped less in cinematic expertise and screen innovation than shipping, steel, and center-right populism. Her elegant presence came from her mother, a beauty queen turned television presenter, but everything else might as well have been trademarked by Gruppo Dinapoli. Despite the inherited heavyweight status that won her the presidency, Dinapoli received it with a kind of unassuming humility that steadily disarmed old guardsmen like Bruno. Behind closed doors, he soon reassured his anxious peers, “She is no fraud, no, no, no. She knows she is a drop in this ocean. She does.” They took his words for truth. It was the kind of credibility he had earned, and the kind that Dinapoli sorely lacked. His month spent training her to take over the reins underwrote his insistence with more than just intuition and optimism.

Indeed, by the time they stood together on the stage that first night, no one heard his effusive flattery as anything less than Nonno Bruno’s honest opinion. “Sanja is allowed,” he crowed, and so she was.

TRANSCRIPT:

[Music stops, conversation quieting, silverware clinking, a cough] BRUNO | Ah, okay, excuse me! We begin. Now … Every year, I say this night is my favorite of them all, and every year they laugh.

BRUNO | “Bruno, how? Why this? It’s the first! It’s only dinner!”

SANJA | —And goodbye awards for the old-timers. BRUNO | See how she talks about us? She’s plotting her takeover. [Audience laughs]

BRUNO | Sanja is allowed. No jokester; don’t be fooled! Pay attention to all poignant, provocative details this year—her doing, I promise you.

SANJA | Thank you, Bruno, but please, compliment them, not me! BRUNO | [Tsks] Tonight is special. Look around. You see? Look, really.

BRUNO | [whispering] Everyone is here.

BRUNO | Yes, you must, it is required for attendees, sans calamity— [Audience chuckles, Sanja snickers] BRUNO | But, I look at the faces here each year. I think… ‘My God.’

BRUNO | There is beauty, yes, and power, and style. The fun! Oh, we have fun here, don’t we, at these tables? SANJA | On the stage is only work, don’t we all know well! BRUNO | No work tonight, see? Anticipation. Introductions. Magic.

[????]: It’s a good likeness.

[Helena]: They softened the eyes.

[Henry]: They had to. The real ones saw too much.

[Helena]: I thought I’d buried you with all the others.

[Henry]: You did. And still, here I am.

[Helena]: The doctors will call it a hallucination. A symptom. But I know you. You always come when I need you most.

[Henry]: I never left.

[Helena]: I am dying, Henry.

[Henry]: I know.

[Helena]: Will they remember me kindly?

[Henry]: Some will call you cold. Others will call you ruthless. But the wise ones? They’ll call you necessary.

[Helena]: Do you think they’ll ever know what I did?

[Henry]: Perhaps Monaca will, one day. The truth always finds its voice — and secrets, Helena…they have a way of resurfacing, especially the ones we bury deepest.

[Helena]: And when they do?

[Henry]: They’ll debate it. Condemn it. Justify it. Rewrite it.

[Helena]: Will they understand it?

[Henry]: Some will. The ones who’ve buried sons of their own.

[Helena]: Would you have done the same?

[Henry]: No.

[Helena]: Let history remember me as it will.

[Henry]: It will not be kind.

[Helena]: Nor was I.

I have ruled longer than anyone expected. Survived more than anyone will ever know. I loved my country in silence.

In sacrifice. In every decision that stole a piece of who I once was.

I gave Monaca everything — even when it demanded too much.

Even when it gave nothing in return but expectation.

Let them tear at my legacy. I was never meant to be loved — only remembered.

[Anchor]: Tonight, questions mount over whether Queen Helena will follow the example of other countries’ monarchs and step aside for her heir

[Commentator 1]: It’s been months, and the palace has yet to formally address Queen Helena’s public stumble at Prince Henry’s memorial — an incident that sparked immediate concern and has continued to fuel speculation across the nation.

[Commentator 2]: Abdication in Monaca is virtually unprecedented. To relinquish the Crown, even voluntarily, would feel like a failure of the very principles she was raised to uphold. For Helena, service is lifelong and stepping down may be seen, internally, as abandoning that legacy.

[Anchor]: Meanwhile, Crown Prince Maximilian has quietly assumed several of Queen Helena’s duties in recent months. While no official transition has been announced, his growing role has led many to see this as the beginning of a silent shift in power.

- - -

[Maximilian]: You’ve never made it easy to talk to you.

[Helena]: It was never meant to be easy.

[Maximilian]: No, it wasn’t. You were always stronger than everyone in the room. But sometimes I needed a mother, not a monarch.

[Helena]: You think I didn’t love you?

[Maximilian]: I think you did. I just think you had a very hard way of showing it.

[Helena]: I love you. Fiercely.

[Helena]: But I loved you like someone bracing for war. Always preparing you. Always testing you.

[Maximilian]: I spent most of my life thinking I disappointed you.

[Helena]: You did. When you betrayed your vows to Margot, I was furious.

[Helena]: But what matters more—what I never said— Is that I was proud when you stayed. When you repaired what you broke. That takes more strength than I ever gave you credit for.

[Helena]: You remind me so much of me… and I punished you for it.

[Maximilian]: You leaned on Henry. Never on me.

[Helena]: Because Henry was the only person I didn’t have to be strong for.

[Helena]: And I didn’t want you to see how much of this life had cost me.

[Maximilian]: You should’ve let me in.

[Helena]: I didn’t know how.

[Helena]: But I see the man you’ve become. You are a father, a husband, a leader… And I am proud of you.

[Maximilian]: Then let me carry this now. You’ve done enough. I'm ready.

[Helena]: You are ready. But I’m still here. And I will be—until my very last breath.

[Helena]: The Crown is not a burden I’ll ever pass early.

📦 FEATURES

Base Game Compatible – no packs required

Hat Category – Find it in CAS under Hats

High Poly – 19,000 vertices (use with care on lower-end systems)

Unisex – Wearable by all frames and genders

Ages Supported – Teen, Young Adult, Adult, Elder

🛠️ INSTALLATION

Download the .package file.

Place it in your Documents > Electronic Arts > The Sims 4 > Mods folder.

Enable Mods & CC in Game Options.

Look for it under CAS > Hats.

Download the .package file.

Place it in your Documents > Electronic Arts > The Sims 4 > Mods folder.

Enable Mods & CC in Game Options.

Look for it under CAS > Hats.

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