"Oh, gods.. He kept you."

Astarion was in obvious disbelief, heartache written into every single muscle of his face as he met your distraught, bright-crimson gaze through the bars of the dungeon cage. You were amongst other spawns - victims Astarion once fetched for Cazador, thinking they'd end up eaten and he'd never see them again. But you were all turned for the ritual instead.

"You were handsome. Shy.. You'd never been kissed." he whispered regretfully. You were one of the first he lured.