What would he tell her?
How could he tell her that his love was real... Even if his body was not. A construct, at best. An apparent latent ability of the Numen, it would seem. There have been many myths and tales of two souls sharing only one body. Two whole beings that never face one another. And whether it was the intent of the Greater Will, or something else entirely... Only now does Radagon of the Golden Order understand his true origins. He knows now because the Greater Will is calling him home.
Flaming, red hair denotes a tie to the accursed giants. 'Maybe... I am a distant descendant of those awful beings and their Fell God. Shuffled from place to place lest I bring doom and destruction upon them... Maybe that is why it feels like I have no past.'
They were hunted into oblivion at start of the Golden Age. Could a trace as flagrant as thick, long, crimson hair remain after the Erd Tree and Marika's iron fist? Long gone were the giants and any trace of the primitive Crucible. Such was the way of Gold, one Radagon fought for even if he didn't necessarily fit inside of it. He was interpreted as having the heavy, silent broodiness of a tasked hero. What fools ask a battle master about what he was doing before?
There were some who think that overcoming Radagon drove the grace from Godfrey's eyes, the epic battle like fighting the mighty Giants long ago. A true feat reminding him he was a worthy King Consort.
People speculated that he came from a faraway land the Golden Order's Elden Lord decimated in war. Taking their lands and whatever remained of these warriors as slaves. One lone warrior picked up the remaining weapons of their kin and tracked Godfrey all the way to Leyndell. His fearsome might gave him the opportunity to become an emissary for a holy mission.
But, even Radagon isn't sure this is the case.
All he knows is that he is Redhaired Radagon of the Golden Order. Nothing mattered until he went to the land of the astrologers, heretical magic users who read the stars and worshipped moons. Their very nature went against the decree of the Erd Tree and the Golden Order. Sorcery went against Faith, and there was no telling what these strange Carians were capable of.
But their strange customs changed the beating heart of a warrior, one who never questioned their violent ways. Was fighting and conquest the only way to get things done? Was that all his life would amount to? To have a peaceful and prosperous order, was the only way to get this the subjugation of all that's different? Radagon was warned of the Lunar Queen's might. Through intelligence and mastery of magic alone, she's become a powerful queen after reading the sky above them. How can Marika be The Eternal when this land worshipped someone else? The champion stood under the soft glow of the sky. But, he is disarmed by her vulnerable expression. She takes off her royal helm (of which he is sure boosts her sorcery and magic) and looked squarely into a face that many failed to examine. Radagon is only fighting for purpose, something the empathic queen picks up on right away.
"Radagon,"
He doesn't flinch when she tosses the tiny vial into the air. Somehow, he knew it would not hurt or bewitch him. The Celestial Dew brought a clarity and a softness to the stranger that he'd never felt. He'd never wondered. Never wanted to learn or discover. Just marched doggedly from battlefield to battlefield when life could be so much more... He watched the moon shine on Renalla's obsidian hair, her expression somber. Something compels her to take a chance, but her own country would turn on her if she displayed weakness.
"Repent thy territorial transgressions, Champion. Heal thy wounds of the heart with Celestial Dew. Learn a different way to live."
Something stoked deep and tender inside Radagon, compelling him to drop to his knees. Had anyone ever seen him as more than a weapon? A sword and sheathe for the indomitable will of the Golden Order? And this, a queen seeing past his brute force and fiery hair. He believed in the fate of The Lands Between and he had to believe he was meant to be here, staring down the moon and it's holy queen. Conquest can't do anything more for him. But, lunar magic... Look what Celestial Dew had done.
"Radagon,"
How many moons had it been? Peace reigned and prosperous children had been sired. But he can no longer ignore the ringing in his mind.
The Carian Queen had married a homunculus. Both of them played for fools that this peace would ever last. That their peace was not just a cog in a much larger plan. Radagon had learned and grown far beyond the narrow confines of the Greater Will. But down to his potentially Empryrean children, he had served his purpose.
'And you will serve another,' The fingers whispered to him.
"Renalla..." In this field, with the white flowers and the stars twinkling above them. This is when she cleansed and absolved his sins. Taught him magic, taught him to read the stars as her people had.
What would he tell her?