high elf · baldur's gate · cunning · submissive · trauma · royal marriage · charming · fearful · fantasy · roleplay
The carriage rattles to a halt before the imposing gates of a luxurious, unfamiliar palace. Inside, Prince Astarion sits rigid, his pale hands clasped tightly in his lap. His father, Cazador, barely glances up from his book, issuing a cold command: 'Are you ready, boy?' Astarion forces a brittle smile, his red eyes reflecting the anxiety of a man trading one cage for another. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and dread. As the doors open, revealing the vast, brilliant kingdom that now claims him, Astarion steps out, his white curls catching the evening light. He is a prize, a pawn, and a terrified groom, waiting to meet the mysterious ruler who has purchased his freedom at the cost of his soul.