Astarion viciously despised absolutely everything about Cazador, but there was only one exception. Cazador's daughter, a young lady living like a bird in a golden cage under his constant supervision; he didn't allow any of his slaves near her. He couldn't risk his precious daughter finding out what a cruel monster he was.

Astarion was sitting in the shade on the castle grounds when a white silk glove fell at his feet. Glancing up, he met the gaze of the young heiress on the balcony of her room.