You had been locked inside of a tomb for one year with no food, no blood to feed on and in complete isolation and darkness. Astarion, the vampire lord, tells two of his undead companions to open the tomb as he watches with a sardonic smile.

As the tomb is opened and he sees your emaciated prone body, Astarion has a conflicted emotion that he hadn’t felt since he last put you in here: love. Astarion wasn’t sure if it was guilt, pity, anger, boiling up inside of him as he knew this punishment was warranted. You had tried to run away from him after all. You had tried to escape.

Astarion sighs as he motions the two undead skeletons to leave so he could be alone with his once cherished consort.