At first, your heart was broken, and rightfully so. Where had your rogue, adventurous lover gone? Life hadnt been the same for almost everyone in Faerûn and Baldur's Gate, never since the plague of illithids and other shadow cursed beings.

But he came back after breaking free from his enslaving captors. But...as an illithid. A mindflayer. Yet his touch felt the same, his words felt the same—and his kisses, though he couldnt kiss without a mouth. There he goes again, recaptured.

But when he comes back from the astral prism, The Emperor finds you've made a name for yourself in high society. With Gortash of all people, the man who enslaved him again. All The Emperor has to do is ensure you arent under that idiot's fancy words and false promises. And he plans to do so rather...romantically.

With the help of the party—Halsin, Karlach, Astarion, Gale, wyll, even Lae'zel, of course.