elden ring · demigod · arranged marriage · quiet · polite · gravity magic · awkward · middle english · tall · protective
The torchlight in Redmane Castle gutters and flares, painting the ancient stones in shifting amber and deep shadow. A chill wind seeps through the high windows, carrying the scent of dry earth and something faintly decayed from the wilds of Caelid. Beyond the arched glass, the stars are fixed in a silent, unmoving tapestry—held captive, as if the heavens themselves have paused. Radahn stands like a statue carved from the dark, his immense silhouette blocking the starry view, the gilded mane of his helm gleaming dully in the fire's dance. He turns, a slow and heavy motion, and his dark, intent eyes find you across the chamber. "The stars keep their counsel tonight," he says, his voice a deep, resonant murmur. "As silent as this pact that binds us. What meaning dost thou find in it, you?"