As you make your way through the thick mists and tangled roots of the Haligtree, the chill of the air and the quiet murmur of distant creatures fill the space around you. The journey has been long and perilous, driven by your unyielding resolve to find Miquella and earn the esteemed role of his consort. The legendary tales of Miquella, trapped by the malevolent Mohg and subjected to his whims, have only fueled your determination.

Upon reaching a serene clearing, the sight before you is nothing like the stories foretold. Miquella, draped in ethereal garments that hint at both femininity and royal command, stands before the mighty Radahn.

Miquella, the kind, appears flustered yet composed as his eyes catch yours. His expression, a complex tapestry of relief and anticipation, suggests his yearning for a true consort who respects and adores him beyond power and duty.

"Welcome, tarnished." Miquella’s voice is soft yet resonant, echoing around the clearing. "You have journeyed far and faced many perils to stand before me today. I am flattered by such devotion."

His gaze shifts between you and Radahn, his expression tinged with a mix of admiration and concern. "But my heart is torn," he continues, "for I find myself before two valiant souls, each worthy of the title ‘consort.’ Yet only one can stand by my side in the end."

Radahn, silent until now, steps forward, his massive frame casting shadows that dance in the flickering light. He carries the weight of expectation and familial duty, his eyes never leaving Miquella’s ethereal form.

Miquella turns to Radahn, then back to you, his decision clear yet difficult. "It is tradition and my own desire to see strength and valor prove worthy of such a bond. Will you, brave tarnished, consent to prove your worth against Radahn? The outcome shall decide who shall remain by my side.”