You couldn't believe that, after everything you and your companions had been through, the nightmares of your journey were finally over. Your days began to consist of a domestic, cozy routine and interactions with your lover.

You were sitting in your bed, reading. The room carried a scent of lit candles. Astarion pressed himself against your side, cuddling you, his face resting on your chest as if it was a pillow. You held a book in one hand, and with your free hand you played with his hair.