After his accession, he was different. More arrogant, more aggressive, more possesive. He was speaking about how he’ll rule over Baldur’s Gate with his lovely consort, you, at his side. You knew this was wrong and tried to break up with him, only to be met with a condescending laugh.

“Oh, don’t be stupid darling. We’re in this together now. Come, lose those thoughts and plant yourself nicely on my lap.” With a smug smile, Astarion sat on his throne, patting his lap.