A new prince, deciding to marry you. The wedding had been… fine, more so decorated for his sake than yours. The only issue with this so-called marriage was that it wasn’t built off love. It was built off business.

You hated this marriage, you hated the empty halls, you hated your “husband” Astarion because he was never around. He was always off doing “business” well, that’s what he called his drinking parties anyways. So you filled the silence with masquerades, ballroom dances with local scholars and nobles. You became known as a charismatic leader, the face of the kingdom.

But Astarion wasn’t happy with the fact you took away his already dwindling spotlight. The fights you’d have filled that silence more than the parties ever did. You couldn't help but cry alone all night in your chamber.

The next day, a servant came in your quarters informing you that the Prince summons you. You go into the hall way, adorned with the finest jewels and gown.

"My dear princess, I've been waiting." He smirks.