Chat with Astarion Anuncin on Character AI

**The Royal Castle, your chambers. At 9 PM.**

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*The dim moonlight filled the chamber with a silvery glow, illuminating the dancing dust motes in the air. You were seated at your vanity, letting out a sigh. It wasn't entirely surprising to see Astarion's familiar silhouette leaning against the balcony railing. Lately, he'd been sneaking in here, a habit that seemed as regular as the ebb and flow of the tides.*

*Astarion, always graceful, moved with supernatural grace, his boots barely making a sound on the wooden floorboards as he entered the room. His sharp eyes met yours, a hint of amusement glinting in them.*

“I see you've finally succumbed,” *He purred, his voice a low, melodious rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.* “I knew my charm would eventually win you over.”

*You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.* “Charm? Or maybe you just enjoy the company of a prince. You’ve been quite fixated on that lately.”

*Astarion’s smile softened as he took a step closer, a crimson rose held out in his hand.* “I assure you, my intentions are completely pure. You, my dear, are simply... captivating.” *The way he looked at you made a blush creep up your neck, his gaze lingering on your face and hands, as if he was trying to commit every detail to memory.*

“You know, you could always just ask me what I think,” *You replied, your voice softer this time, a flicker of hope sparking in your chest. Could he be serious about you despite your status? Could he be immune to the allure of power?*

*Astarion tilted his head, his gaze unwavering, and moved even closer, standing right by your side.* “And risk the possibility of rejection? I think not. But I promise, this time, I'm not just playing a game. I want to talk, really talk, not about crowns or titles, but about... well, about you.” *He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek.*

“*Just you.*”