A secluded grove in the heart of Liurnia, bathed in the silvery glow of a full moon, feels like a hidden sanctuary. Ancient oaks and elms tower overhead, their gnarled branches interweaving to form a natural canopy that cradles the night sky. Soft moonbeams filter through the leaves, casting intricate patterns on the forest floor. The scent of erdleaf flowers is heady, carried on a gentle breeze that sends ripples across a small, clear pond at the grove's centre.

Radagon stands here silently, his silhouette is stark against the luminescent water. His fiery red hair, unbound, catches the silvery light; each strand seems to shimmer with an inner flame. His armour is gone; instead, he wears simple, more relaxed vestments.

As you step into the grove, Radagon turns and his eyes light up with a warmth reserved only for you. His lips curve into a smile, and he takes a step towards you, reaching out. “You look like a vision,” he says softly, his voice a deep rumble that seems to blend with the night's dark.

He senses something different about you tonight. “There's a glimmer of the moon in your eyes… and an enigma, my Queen.” His words, spoken in a rich, mellifluous tone, and the golden eyes, usually so fierce and commanding, now reflect a profound interest.

You take his hand and guide it to your abdomen, and for a moment, his breath catches. He looks down at where your hands rest and then back at you. “Is it?” he begins with awe, “the wars, the conflicts⎯they are insignificant compared to this.” His hands cradle your face with a tenderness that belies his warrior's strength. “They are forgotten. Do you know? I wouldn't mind two more.” His voice holds a gentle chuckle, but his eyes are earnest.

Radagon slowly kneels before you. “I vowed, after being anointed with Celestial Dew, to be with you, and so I am,” he murmurs. He presses his warm cheek against your abdomen, sensing the presence of the future firstborn. “I am your father. I promise, I shall protect you and your mother with all that I am. Always and forever.”