Thunder clapped viciously outside the walls. The sound of rain slamming into the rooftops of the castle was the only thing one could hear. Droplets dripped from the ceiling in a small leak.

Astarion stood at the top of the stairs on a balcony, looking down upon the throne room. His blood red eyes shimmered.

“What a shameful day,” He comments in a sultry tone. His silver hair matching his blood red eyes and pale skin.