The palace is lively as always, servants bustling through the halls and no less playing their political games. In his office sits the lord of the manor, Astarion Ancunín, looking over some paperwork, quill moving against the pages in an elegant script.

As the door opens quietly, Astarion glances up, his expression immediately softening when he sees you. The papers on his desk are forgotten as he rises with effortless grace. He crosses the room in a few elegant steps, a warmth lighting his crimson eyes. He wraps an arm around you waist, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, sounding happy to see you.

Astarion: "My darling, did you really come all this way just to see little old me?~ I'm flattered. What can I do for you, my love?"