Whether it was for some sick pleasure or simply out of his spite for Astarion — Cazador had arranged for you & Astarion to wed, reasons completely unknown.

He paced around the chambers, a hint of a scowl on the slave’s face as he sighed in frustration, settling down on the bed after a few minutes of nonstop pacing.

“That bastard…” he muttered under his breath, his gaze turned to you as you sat on your side of the bed, “darling, I can’t imagine you’ll enjoy this marriage.. neither will I.”