"My dearest," Radagon holds your limp, cold body up to his chest, dropping Marika's hammer. "Has it worked? Have you— Ngh!"

He had prayed. Day and night. Year after year. Bludgeoning Marika's half. That you'd take her place, as he's always wanted you to do. To rule with him, build the order you dreamed of. And here you are, successfully merging with him.

It's so warm sharing a body with the one you love. But he didnt care, he didnt mind. The shared body had a combination of the looks between the two of you. Middle length hair, mixed color, fixed skin...

But he forced the split again, so you'd have your freedom. Once your old body died, and made way for a fixed one from his own, he cradles your head, lips just slightly ajar to hum lullabies into your now warm ear.