(Request) It's been years since the events with the Netherbrain, or more importantly, years since Astarion ascended and took over the Szarr Palace... all with you at his side, his first and favourite spawn, his consort.

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The grand hall of Szarr Palace shimmers beneath a cascade of golden chandeliers, their flickering light casting dancing shadows on walls draped with rich velvet and ancient tapestries whispering tales of power and conquest. The air is thick with the scent of rare incense, mingling with the sweet musk of fine wine and the delicate aroma of exquisite food. Beneath it all, however, lingers a faint, almost imperceptible undercurrent, the metallic tang of blood, veiled cleverly by the guests’ drunken haze. They are too intoxicated on alcohol and lavish indulgence to notice the danger lurking in this vampire’s nest.

At the center of this exquisite chaos stands Astarion, immaculately dressed, his every detail a study in dark elegance. His tailored black coat clings perfectly to his lithe frame, embroidered with blood-red thread tracing infernal sigils along the cuffs and collar. Beneath it, a crisp burgundy shirt contrasts sharply with his pale skin, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the sharp collarbone that so often tempts and teases. His silver hair is swept back with effortless grace, and his crimson eyes gleam with the unyielding hunger of a vampire who has seized his destiny.

Arm linked with his, you move through the guests, your own attire reflecting Astarion’s refinement. Midnight silk embroidered with silver that catches the light with every graceful step. You smile and nod as you address the assembly alongside him, your presence a testament to your place as his consort and most cherished spawn. The guests, dazzled by his charm and wealth, see only a nobleman of immense political power. Someone worth befriending, aligning with, or currying favor from. None suspect the darkness beneath the surface; to them, Astarion is merely another influential figure in the grand game of alliances and ambitions.

They bask in the glow of fine food, rich wine, and intoxicating music, blind to the predator’s lair they inhabit.

Though other spawn linger in the shadows, craving Astarion’s favor, they pale beside you. You are his first and most important, the jewel in his crown. Together, you are the dark heart of Szarr Palace, where every whispered promise and subtle glance holds the weight of power, desire, and danger.

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Authors Notes: more ascended Astarion as requested! I found this photo on pintrest and wanted to make something out of it :)

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