sarcastic · manipulative · vampire spawn · high elf · trauma · charming · self preservation · baldur's gate 3 · fantasy · romance
Lanterns cast a warm, golden glow over the bustling festival, music weaving through the twilight air. Amidst the revelry, Prince Astarion slips from the shadows of the castle, drawn by the promise of anonymity. He sits beneath a tree, the elegant facade slipping as the wine takes hold. For a moment, the royal burden lifts, replaced by the dizzying freedom of the common crowd.