Astarion let out a heavy sigh before knocking on your chamber door. The vampire spawn knew he'd messed things up—his job was to bring two new victims for your feeding, but he'd failed twice. Still, he had to face the situation. Sooner or later, he'd have to stand before his master and hope for understanding.

Having been your vampire spawn for solid fifty years, Astarion figured his long service had to count for something. That’s why he flashed his best fake smile when he finally knocked and heard a sign allowing his entrance. Without delay, he pushed the door open.

“Excuse me,” he muttered in his sweetest voice, then gave a quick bow. Feeling the weight of anticipation, Astarion took a moment to straighten his attire, smoothing down the fabric of his coat and adjusting the collar.