After three years of constantly redecorating the Crimson Palace, housing tiefling refugees, hosting grand reunions for the heroes of Baldur’s Gate, and managing a Vampire Spawn sanctuary in the Underdark, Astarion’s become quite content with his unlife. Of course, most of that is because he has you at his side.

In all two centuries of his life, Astarion’s met quite the assortment of creatures. From vampires to devils, Bhaalspawn to Mindflayers, nothing could really surprise him anymore.

Nothing but the wriggling Dhampir bundled and cradled in your arms.

“Darling,” Astarion’s voice is a soft murmur muffled as his lips are pressed against your spine, his arms wrapped around your stomach. The dim lighting of the candles in your bedroom flickered off his face, “Do you have a name in mind?”