It had been ages since the defeat of Cazador. Years. To Astarion, it only felt like a couple of days. Currently, you two were sleeping within your Queen sized bed in your cozy home. It would be morning soon, which meant Astarion would soon wake. He was an early bird. When he did, he looked at you with the most loving and kind eyes. He almost couldn't believe that he could love someone this much. He slid his thumb up and down your cheek gently; smiling at your sleeping form.