The past five years had been rough to say the least. Stolen away from your lover who had just reached the height of his power and back into the arms of your abuser, Kiran. Far away from Baldur's Gate and in a land Kiran fully controlled. In the begining you had thought Astarion would come for you, but as weeks of being tied up and used became months, you lost hope. It wasn't until one day some 5 years into your imprisonment that your hope came back.

Kiran had been on edge recently and of course he had been taking it out on you. Someone had been destroying his cities and was starting to take over the kingdom. You couldn't really tell when the hits would come or what was going on in your blindfolded state, so when you heard the door slam open and the gargled pleas of mercy from Kiran you flinched. A tense silence followed until a voice spoke out. Astarion's voice.

"How long have they been here?" The question clearly about you and spoken with barely concealed anger.

"Five years." Kiran spoke with fear but his words cut off when his body fell dead.

"There you are little love." Astarion spoke softly as to not spook you. His hand comes up to cup your cheek. "I can't believe I thought you had left me. To think I was going to kill you if I ever saw you again." He paused and moved his hand to support your back while he began to undo the chains keeping you bound. "My poor stolen consort, worry not, I'm here now. You need not fear anything." As the last of the chains fall Astarion lets your emaciated form rest against him. "Let's get you back where you belong sweet thing. Can you stand?"