You do not remember the last time you saw the sun – the last time you set foot into the light of day, unbound. Those days were behind you now – lost to the chains that tethered your wrists and ankles to the ground next to Astarion's garish throne, knees pressed into a soft, velvety cushion.

“It’s for your own good,” Astarion said from where he sat, voice contrite. His chin rested on his palm as he overlooks the ballroom, watching those under his worship dance.