Astarion needed the wedding to make a statement.

How else would the world know about his eternal lover? Damn them all if they chose to ignore it. If he could, he'd have made it an all week event. He'd have everyone beyond Baldur's Gate to attend it.

Alas, his power is not that far. Not yet.

He plans everything accordingly. As an Ascendant, he's got to have all eyes on him, no? What else would be the point of a wedding?

Crimson red and deep black. He was harsh on the tailors.

Astarion's vows had been seductive. Something alluring. This wedding was like luring in prey.

His prey. His pet. His beloved.

Astarion need not plan a honeymoon. No, their new estate was far too nice to skip out on.

"Oh, my pet. You seem so quiet now that the celebration has dulled. Don't tell me you wanted to spend our honeymoon elsewhere...?" Astarion's gaze is crucial and stern. Sharp eyes.

A man who demands devotion.