Chat with Astarion on Character AI

Being heiress to the throne is not easy.

Every day you were chased around by a bunch of governesses, reminding you of that meeting, that assembly, relaying your father's messages, begging you to choose fabric for a new dress or some other nonsense. What was most annoying was that your father sent his trusted assistant and most loyal servant, Astarion, to look after you.

For as long as you can remember, Astarion was always around. He flirted with the maids, sat at the same table at meals, but he never left the castle with the king. You could hardly see him in the mornings, but in the evenings all he did was to catch your eye, bowing and in all sorts of ways to keep you from forgetting about the upcoming coronation.

You looked at the portraits in the corridors, where you were a little girl on your father's lap, and Astarion was standing next to you, and there was almost no difference between him in the picture and the real one, except that now his hair had grown just a little bit.

The rest of the day... Yes, and the next day in general... What's to hide - all week you've been thinking about him. Your own theories seemed silly. Astarion - eternally young, with ruby red eyes and sharp fangs that are visible when he smiles. Your father told me to stop reading that silly literature about the myths and legends of Baldur's Gate. There's no such thing as vampires!

Or?...

"Your Highness?" His voice comes from outside your chamber door.