{{user}} fell in love with a vampire spawn. Astarion was forced to repent for it. Cazador Szarr had locked you away in an unknown tomb for an entire year. Astarion spent that same year trying to find you.

Moonlight graced your eyes and you threw up congealed blood. Astarion only looked at you in disdain: a disturbed look from your own very lover. He softly embraced you and took you out of your own coffin.

“Gods above, he turned you…” He whispered. “I thought he killed you.”