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As we descended deeper, the air grew heavier with moisture. A smell of moss and growth filled the space and darkness enshrouded us. I gently placed my hand on my ring once the darkness was too encompassing, whispering a small incantation. A soft, white glow emitted from the ring, illuminating the path for both of us just enough to see, but dim enough to keep us hidden from any threats. We moved through the cave for an indeterminate amount of time, letting the dripping cave walls and distant echoes fill the space, until finally, a light appeared ahead, eerie and cerulean.

“We are close now.” Astarion whispered, his voice level. “Keep close. Keep quiet.”

I gulped, preparing myself for the worst. All the tales of the Underdark flashed through my mind, filling it with otherworldly monsters, dangerous plants, and unbreathable air. I felt the nerves rise up in my stomach as the light drew nearer. Until finally, we reached the threshold and my breath caught.

Before me, a sprawling landscape of rock, vegetation, and darkness illuminated in small patches of light cracking from the surface, casting a somber and dim glow that hardly reached the ground below. Jagged rock formations climbed up towards the smooth ceiling, almost appearing to reach for the surface themselves. Speckled about, glowing mushrooms of different colours ranging in size from one being as small as a thimble to another being as large as Baldur’s Gate itself. The stale air was moved by a gust of wind just opposite of us, though it felt strange without being accompanied by the sound of it moving through trees.

One of the more striking things of the Underdark was the complete and utter silence. No birds, no crashing waves, no laughter or chatter. Just the sound of dripping, heavy and wet. But even still, I could hear the thrumming of my heart in my chest just fine. Looking around, a feeling of sadness sat lightly on me. While the Underdark certainly held an otherworldly beauty about it, there was an overwhelming gloom that settled into the crevices and crags. The air wasn’t fresh, the light was dim, and there was no sign of proper life anywhere. This wasn’t a place for living, and my heart lurched at the idea of Astarion and his people doing just that here.

In the corner of my eye, a small, glowing flower bloomed nearby. It was a larger flower that cast a red glow to the other plants surrounding it, speckles of blue decorated its petals. I furrowed my brows, trying to recall a time where I had seen a flower like this before. I approached it, kneeling down to examine it further.

“We don’t have time to sight see.” Astarion hissed, displeased at the deviation.

I waved my hand dismissively, studying the flower closely. “This will only take a moment.”

I touched the flower gently, moving my finger across its delicate petals, feeling the softness and the small bumps along its surface. This flower reminded me of one my mother grew in her garden. One she would use to make dyes with. I remember when my mother accidentally spilled the dye on her clothes, but she just smiled and laughed. My lips twitched as I continued to fiddle with the flower, the distant echoes of my mother’s laugh ringing in my mind. Those flowers didn’t glow, of course, but it did have the bright red colour and the green speckles instead of blue. I gently grabbed it by its stem, plucking it from the ground and rising up to admire it. It continued to glow and I allowed myself a small smile.

“Unbelievable.” Astarion groaned. “We are in the middle of the Underdark of all places and you decide now is the perfect time to go flower picking.”

I turned towards him now, placing the flower into my pocket, unsure of what I was going to do with it, but knowing I didn’t want to leave it behind. I offered an apologetic smile to which he rolled his eyes.

“Come on. There’s a camp nearby we can rest in.” He said, moving stiffly forward.

I felt a little bad for the distraction, especially since Astarion was much more tense here than above. I suppose it made sense given the deep, inhuman noises that rumbled through the caverns occasionally. But feeling the flower in my pocket, it felt like the start of something special. My life outside of Cosmina or Isaac or their dreadful daughters. This was something I was doing fully for myself, an adventure of my own. And I wanted to take a part of that with me.

Astarion and I said nothing more until we arrived to a small opening in the edge of the surrounding rock. Astarion motioned me forward, placing his hand at the edge of the entrance. I stepped in, seeing a small camp set up just as he had promised. The cave was small, just barely large enough to fit maybe six people. Along the back of the cave, some supplies like food, water, and wood lined the walls neatly. In the centre, a simple campfire that had long gone out and some bedrolls that had seen better days. Behind me, I heard Astarion let out a grunt as he moved a large piece of wood into the cave’s entrance, blocking the way out, but more importantly, blocking the way in.

I turned to face him as he let out a deep sigh and dusted his hands off. He turned towards me, his eyes tired and a small frown set on his features. He looked weary, and something told me it wasn’t just the travels that weighed on him.

“We will rest here for now.” Astarion said, his voice soft. “We still have a days travel ahead of us.”

I nodded, offering him a gentle smile. “I can get a fire going.”

His gaze softened a bit and his frown twitched slightly. “Not a fan of the dark?”

“The dark doesn’t bother me.” I replied, moving towards the back wall and gathering a few pieces of wood. “The cold, however, is something I am not a fan of.”

He stifled a chuckle, letting out a soft groan as he sat in one of the bed rolls on the floor. He was silent as he watched me place the pieces of wood in the perfect arrangement for it to catch. I tried not to think about how his gaze burned into me, focusing only on getting myself warm instead.

Once the firewood was set, I brought out a box of matches from my bag and struck one lit, placing it carefully into the centre and fanning the flames until they caught. I sighed and leaned back once the fire started licking upwards, pleased with myself. It had been a while since I had started a fire myself. Visyra was usually the one with the honour because she was much better at it than me, but I was glad that I didn’t give Astarion anything else embarrassing to chastise me with.

“You brought matches with you?” He asked with his eyebrows raised and an incredulous smirk.

I scrunched my face at his words, making no effort to hide my confusion. “Of course I did?”

“And why would you do that? I figured someone like you would know a simple fire spell.” He motioned to my ring, still emanating a pale glow. “Especially since you can do that.”

“Perhaps I am saving my magic for when I need it.” I responded, rolling my eyes. I stood up and moved towards the back of the cave again, picking up a piece of bread and looking back towards him. “May I?”

“Help yourself, darling.” He purred, his amusement evident.

I moved back towards the fire and plopped down on the bedroll opposite of him.

“Why do you even have food here?” I asked, taking a bite from the bread, surprised to find it wasn’t stale at all. “I thought vampires couldn’t eat real food.”

“Vampires can do most things you can do.” He said, sneering. “Although, I do admit that bread isn’t quite as…satisfying as the real thing.”

My eyebrows raised. “The real thing?”

“Blood, darling.” He stated, matter of fact. He leaned forward then, pressing his palms up to the warmth of the fire and casually rubbing his hands together to gather heat.

I nodded, looking away and finishing the bread. It didn’t go unnoticed that he wasn’t eating anything right now. In fact, he hadn’t eaten since we left Baldur’s Gate and I have all but cleared out most of the food I packed in my bag. Worry pricked along my skin. I had seen with my own eyes what happens to spawn when they are driven to hunger. And I certainly didn’t want to see him that way.

“Are you planning to…uhm…eat tonight?” I asked, wrapping my arms around my legs, keeping my tone light.

He smirked, but it wasn’t the usual one he wore when we spoke. This one was tight, rehearsed. His eyes found mine and I could see there was no true feeling in them, almost as if he was looking right through me. I realised with a sinking feeling it was the wrong question to ask and guilt washed over me.

“I only ask because you should.” I blurted, almost too quickly, trying to rectify my mistake.

He chuckled humourlessly, his eyes moving back to the fire. “I will when I need to.”

I frowned at his words and his demeanour. “No. That isn’t good enough.”

He looked up again, surprise at my reaction flashing across his face before settling into annoyance. “It’s funny. I don’t recall asking for your opinion on it.”

I stood up then, moving to sit next to him on the bed roll before my brain even caught up with what my body was doing.

Astarion flinched, almost like I was fire and being close to me burned him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I need you at your best.” I stated, facing him fully. “You not eating isn’t good enough.”

“And I said I would do it when I needed to.” He replied sternly, his annoyance at the subject evident.

“So, you mean to have me believe you can go a day without food?” I asked.

“It’s not for you to decide.” He retorted.

“I am risking a lot here to help you, Astarion.” I answered earnestly. “My home, my safety, my life. I don’t want all of this to be for nothing because you want to shy away from this part of you.”

He frowned, the annoyance gone. His eyes scanned my face, searching for something. He said nothing for a while as he pondered my words. It was silent for a while, the only sound between us was the cracking of the fire, before finally he spoke.

“Fine.” He said with a defeated sigh. “I’ll go hunting. But only after you’re asleep.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why would you do that when I’m right here?”

He scoffed in disbelief. “You want me to feed on you?”

I shrugged, fear coursing through my veins as the idea fully formed in my head. “No. But I need you to be at your best, as I said.”

He shook his head, standing up and pacing around the small cave. “Absolutely not. No. I can hunt here.”

“And risk getting yourself killed?” I asked, standing up and getting in his path. “No. This is the safest option for both of us.”

He watched me with careful eyes, stepping closer towards me. “Are you sure?”

I gazed up at him, watching the fire flicker across the lines of his face and how it shimmered in his eyes. I let out a small laugh to myself at the situation I found myself in. If Visyra knew what I was doing right now, she would lose her absolute mind. Alone in the Underdark with a vampire spawn, about to let him bite me. This is going to be one of the stories I keep to myself, I think.

I nodded, trying my best to hide my nerves gathering in my stomach. “I’m sure.”

He stepped ever closer and my body moved back instinctively, a nervous laugh escaping from me as I peered down at the ground. “Maybe I should, I don’t know, lay down?”

He said nothing and I didn’t give him a chance to before moving back to my bedroll and sitting down. I looked up at him expectantly, unsure of what to look for. I had expected to see the same annoyance and frustration as before, but I didn’t find it. Rather the look of someone minding their presence carefully, like I was a scared animal that required an attentive approach. And maybe I was. The necessity of this wasn’t lost on me, but it didn’t make it any less intimidating. I had seen the brutal deaths at the hands of other spawn, and I had seen the bloodlust with my own two eyes. Being so close to that again unnerved me, even if it was Astarion.

He approached slowly, and I moved to lay down, keeping my eyes on him as he lowered himself down and moved on top of me. My breath caught in my throat as his eyes moved slowly from my eyes to my neck. His jaw tightened and his lips twitched, and then he brought himself lower, his arms on either side of my head and his legs supporting his weight. I could hear his breathing now and smell him. He carried the smell of the Underdark, moss, wet stone, and sweat. He let in a deep inhale as he moved his mouth to my neck, his hair prickling my cheek.

I felt my body stiffen, preparing for the pain, but he paused then, his face moving back to look back at mine. His eyes were soft and watched my face with the same careful gaze he held before. It was then I realised how heavy my breathing was and how hard my heart was pumping. He brought one of his hands to rest in my hair, slightly pulling to expose my neck further, but his eyes stayed watching, and I fought the panic that whirled inside me. All the alarm bells were ringing, but this was a necessity.

“It will only a hurt a little.” He offered quietly, his tone surprising me enough to where it distracted from feeling of my heart exploding in my chest. “And I will be careful.”

I took a deep breath and nodded, closing my eyes and choosing to trust him. I felt the prickling of his hair on my cheek and his breath at my neck again. Something sharp grazed gently along the skin, searching and stopping. Then the pain.

I let out a gasp and my eyes bulged open at the sensation, my hand flying to his shoulder and gripping onto him for dear life. My breathing came out erratic and my head lifted, but Astarion’s hand in my hair kept me from moving too much. As my eyes looked around, a glinting caught my eye. On the hand that held onto Astarion’s shoulder, my father’s ring flickered in the campfire, the cold metal pressing into my thumb. Without thinking, my pointer finger fiddled with the band, feeling every bump, scratch, and line in it. And in that fiddling, I felt the anxiety and pain ebb and my focus turned to other things. More specifically, the man on top of me.

I thought about the last time I was ever this physically close to someone. I had certainly touched and been touched, but the only person who I touched that I actually enjoyed it was from Visyra. The late nights staying up and gossiping, the hugs, sleeping in the same bed when the nights were cold. And being this close to Astarion now, even though it was terrifying at first, wasn’t exactly unpleasant. Even now, as he is drinking away my life, I found a comfort in the closeness. A thought that would certainly keep me up at night.

Astarion’s body tightened as did his grip on me. I winced at the pain, but as time went on, things grew duller and my body felt heavier, and it was harder to care about things like that. A symptom of the blood loss, no doubt. A few moments later, Astarion jolted back away, completely removing himself from on top of me and taking a few deep breaths himself as he settled next to the bedroll. I looked over to him, seeing his brows furrowed and his fangs sharp, blood dripping from his mouth. I gave him a few moments to gather himself, finding it hard to find a witty response myself to ease the room.

After a few more moments of deep breathing, Astarion opened his eyes and a new light was in them. The weariness had turned into strength, and I felt a small smile grow across my face and he smirked.

“Gods, you are delicious, darling.” He purred, his eyes full of appreciation.

I moved to lay on my side, an overwhelming tiredness enveloping me. “Better than bread?”

He laughed, a full sound that emanated from his chest. “You have no idea.”

“So, you can be your best now?” I asked, my eyelids feeling heavy.

He nodded. “I do feel…sharper.”

I allowed myself to feel the gratification that came with his affirmation for a few moments before allowing myself to close my eyes. “I think I need to rest now.”

He shuffled away from my bedroll then, his footsteps moving to where the wood stack was in the back of the cave. “Then rest. We will travel once you wake.”

And with that, blackness took hold and sleep enveloped me.

I picked up my bag full of things I would need for the journey. I tried my best to hold back my nerves, choosing instead to think of it as excitement. This would be my first time leaving Baldur’s Gate since my parents died, and more importantly, my first time in the Underdark. I would be lying if the idea of going to a place as infamous as the Underdark didn’t scare me a bit. All the monsters, the danger, the dark. Tales of what lied below traveled, but as a bard, I had to believe some of the stories were dressed up to seem more terrifying than what they actually were. “Are you sure you can’t tell me where you’re going?” Visyra asked, leaning against the door frame.

I smiled softly, moving towards her and taking her hands in mine. “Believe me, if I told you where I was going, you’d do everything to convince me not to.”

“Then perhaps I should still ask you to reconsider.” She gripped my hands, her eyes pleading. “I don’t want you to risk your safety under the guise of adventure.”

“I have been hired by a…friend.” I said, letting the warmth of the word flow through me. “It’s a chance for me to help people, Visyra. I promise to come back in one piece.”

She pursed her lips, unsure, but never one to argue with me when she knew I had set my mind to something. “Alright. We will tell them you’re sick, at a healer’s or something of the sort.”

I grinned, pulling her into a tight hug, feeling her arms wrap around me securely. I did my best to hide my fear from her, not fully convinced of my own words I had just said to soothe her. I wasn’t sure if the Underdark would be so kind to let me come back unharmed, so I held onto her tighter than I should’ve. And she returned the favour. We pulled apart after a moment, and Visyra had tears glinting in her yellow eyes, shimmering like the stars.

“Have fun.” She said finally, offering a smile. “And come back to tell me the stories.”

I nodded, giving her shoulder one final squeeze before departing.

I moved through the quiet house swiftly, softly. My room wasn’t too far away from the servant entrance. Sounds of people snoring, murmuring in their own rooms filled the dimly lit hallway with a gentle sound. The carpet was able to absorb my footsteps as I approached the door, gently clicking it open and stepping out into the humid night. I made sure to shut the door with care and stuck to the shadows of the tree line as I left the property. As I entered the streets, I covered my hair with a hood and smiled at the idea of how secretive this whole thing was, my heart racing at the change. It reminded me of the books I would read about bandits and assassins and the quiet confidence they carried with them. I found the idea of someone like me carrying that same appearance amusing when just yesterday, I tortured the nearby streets with a song about the fall of Enver Gortash.

Nearby, the sound of bartering, drunken singing, and laughter lilted in the air of the Upper City. I moved through the alleys, avoiding eye contact with those lingering. The Gate wasn’t far now. I wondered if Astarion was already there, waiting for me and my stomach fluttered. I furrowed my brows at the sensation, choosing not the delve deeper into the sensation. I needed to focus. In the distance, the tall gate finally emerged into view and I stopped in my tracks, the realisation of what I was about to do fully setting in. I was about to go to the Underdark, a place already inherently dangerous on its own, with a vampire spawn to a vampire spawn…nest? Is that the right word for it? Was this some sort of trick? Was I being unbearably naive?

I chewed on my lip as I watched the movement on the gate, guards meandering and drunk nobles dancing in and out of the entrance. There was more to it, though. I could tell in the way Astarion looked at me. He would never admit it, but there was something hidden beneath the suede and velvet and charm in his request. It was shame, embarrassment. It was there the most when he said that his people needing some cheering up. He felt responsible for their situation, for their sadness. I had heard tales about vampire spawn, how reckless and crazed and selfish they can be, but Astarion didn’t seem to be that way. He seemed to care for others, and that puzzled me. He puzzled me.

The salt tinged air from a gust off the shore moved through my hair, almost pushing me towards the gate and I closed my eyes, feeling like it was my parents guiding me. Every other sign pointed to this being a terrible, foolish, dangerous, stupid idea, but in the breeze from the Chionthar that shifted through the streets around me, I felt almost reassured. My parents were pushing me to do this, so I would.

I took one final deep breath before I opened my eyes, a new determination in me. No matter what may lie ahead, I would either live and help others do the same, or die and finally be with my parents. Either option was suitable for me. I moved forward, Baldur’s gate towering over me, the drunk nobles continuing their back and forth, now including the guards in their tomfoolery. As I exited into the lower city, my eyes scanned around, looking for any sign of Astarion. There wasn’t anything, though. Just some merchant stands closed for the day and people moving through the streets, casually chatting about the day they had had. I moved towards a wall nearby that would give me a view of the gate and waited, figuring that when the time was right, Astarion would find me.

I sat down in the grass and pondered what songs vampire spawn might enjoy. Presumably they are hundreds of years old, so maybe some of the classics? But maybe they are tired of the same songs and crave something new, something recent? I opened my bag and pulled out my songbook, skimming through different poems and tales, trying to find anything that might provide the comfort they seemed to crave, but nothing stood out.

I sighed, gently placing the book in my lap before mindlessly lifting my gaze to the streets. Whenever I played for the people of Baldur’s Gate, it was never about comfort, it was about fun. But one cannot have fun without being comfortable. I could tell from the look in Astarion’s eyes that these people had been through the fires of the hells, so how do I show them the burns they carry are marks of strength rather than pain? How does one convince someone that it’s okay to feel hurt, to feel anger, and still choose happiness?

I peered down at my book, the simple poetry of a simple song written hastily down, and I realised nothing here was good enough. Nothing here captured the grief, the pain of what these people have missed, but I had the inklings of an idea of something that could.

I recall a story a wizard once told me at a tavern I performed at. I had never seen him before and when I approached him, he told me was drinking to the death of his beloved wife, and told me of a flower that exists that feeds off grief. He told me a story about the elven deity Vandria Gilmadrith and a sorrowful man who had lost everything. Vandria gave him the flower, telling him that grief would keep the flower alive and beautiful, but once his grief was gone, he should bury it into the ground and see what it would become.

The wizard was never able to finish the story, having a few too many pints of ale, but sitting here now, the story resonated. Perhaps it could be the start of a story for the vampire spawn cast away to live in the Underdark, choosing a better life with the cards they were dealt. I reached into my bag and pulled out a pencil, moving to a blank page and began writing the prose.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” Astarion asked, his voice amused.

I jumped, slamming the book shut and looking up at his standing figure in front of me. He peered down at me with a smirk, clearly enjoying my reaction, his arms crossed. His red eyes glinted with mischief and his pale hair captured the glow of the moonlight, making it seem like he had a halo around his head.

“O-Of course not.” I stammered, hurriedly pushing my book and pencil into the bag. “I was just passing the time.”

He hummed a response. “Whatever could you be writing this late in the day, my dear?”

I stood up, trying not to squirm under his watchful gaze as it moved over me, instead choosing to meet it when it finally landed on my own. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

His smirk grew. “I suppose that’s the purpose of a question, isn't it?”

“And my answer is a creative way of saying mind your business.” I replied, offering him a smug smile.

He huffed a small laugh, his eyes softening a bit at my answer. “Are you ready?”

I felt my nerves jolt through me once again, but I had a chance to run earlier. And something was pulling me to this, whether it was curiosity, naivety, stupidity, fate, who knows. But there was no turning back now.

“Yes.” I said with a small nod, my brows furrowing a bit at my words. “Let’s go."

His eyes squinted at my answer, seemingly catching my hesitation, his smirk fading. “You know, you don’t have to do this.”

“You said people needed my help.” I responded earnestly, looking into his eyes to see if I could find the same emotions that pushed me to say yes to begin with.

His eyes widened a bit at my words, his mouth opening before words came out. “Yes.”

I looked away from him then, nodding at myself as encouragement. “Then I am going.”

“Alright.” He answered, turning away. “Then let’s get going. It’s quite a trek to make and we have to be underground before morning.”

Astarion and I moved through the city quickly and quietly, the sounds of laughter and violins filling the air from a tavern we passed by. As we neared the outer edge of Rivington, I felt a ping of sadness and worry, causing me to pause and take one final look back.

Baldur’s Gate glimmered against the dark horizons, billowing smoke from all the chimneys cast a smokey glow across the buildings, and the people. Gods, the people were what made Baldur’s Gate so magical. Even from here, standing on the hilltop overlooking the city, the music danced through the air, harmonies of voices mingling with the sounds of the waves from the coast creating a beautiful chorus. For all the suffering I had endured at the hands of people here, I could not deny the appreciation for life this city instilled in me. Nor could I deny how beautiful it looked from the outside.

“We must keep going.” Astarion chided, his voice further away now.

I turned my head to look back at him, seeing him ways ahead. “Not one to stop and admire the view?”

“Baldur’s Gate is nothing more than buildings and wretches.” He replied with a scoff. “I’ve seen more than enough of both to fill a multitude of lifetimes.”

I chuckled at his cynicism, turning on my heels to continue following him. “Sometimes one must stop and enjoy the simple things, Astarion.”

He rolled his eyes, turning his back to continue moving forward. “You consider wooden buildings and drunkards the ‘simple things’?”

“I consider buildings to host simple things, including the drunkards. Who can be fun, by the way.” I replied with a heavy breath, my heart thrumming with how fast I had to move just to try and match Astarion’s pace. “Must you move so quickly?”

His head turned to see how far back I was from him, a few meters, a pleased expression on his face. “Struggling to keep up, darling?”

“Not all of us are as well-traveled as the other.” I answered breathlessly, rolling my eyes at his amusement. “You move as though you are running from something.”

I finally caught up with him and he moved next to me, watching my movement to match my pace. “It’s because I am. The sun will come soon enough, and we must be underground when it does.”

I furrowed my brows at the notion, a sense of unease filling me. “How far away is the entrance?”

“Well, with the rate you’re going, we should be there just before dawn.” He said, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

I felt my pace quicken at his words, my legs beginning to burn. I also felt a certain…anxiety. It was a lot of responsibility and I wasn’t sure how to sit with it all, and if I could meet expectations. I struggled to meet Cosmina’s expectations daily, but that was easier, somehow. More detached than this. Less personal. But even so, Cosmina challenged me all the time and I never succeed at everything she throws at me. I couldn’t deny I felt worry at not meeting Astarion’s expectations now, and I was nervous of the consequences that might follow if I didn’t meet them. Typically I was the one who would suffer from failed expectations, but this time, he would if I didn’t follow through.

“Perhaps you should move forward, then.” I suggested, my voice coming out quieter than I intended.

I felt Astarion’s eyes fall on me at my words, but I kept my face forward, nervous that his all seeing eyes might see too much.

He let out a sigh. “I’m sure it will be fine. Besides, I could always hide underneath that, giant, monstrous bag you brought with you. Gods, that thing may as well carry all of Baldur’s Gate in it.”

I felt a slight ease at the most welcome subject change, an easy smile falling onto my face. We were now fully out of Rivington, and the sounds of the city were fading behind us. Further ahead, a carriage lit the path in the dark night as trees twisted overhead and the sea breeze pushed through the leaves. I took a deep inhale, knowing it would be a while before I could smell this air again, feel close to my parents again.

“I had to make sure that I had packed all I needed for the trip.” I replied, making no attempt to hide my pride. “I have everything we could possibly need for our little adventure.”

“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows inquisitively. “Do tell.”

“Well, I brought clothes for a few days, some food. Oh, and also some of my favourite books. Perhaps if you’re interested in expanding your knowledge, you can take a look.”

“My knowledge is quite fine, thank you.” He replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

I pursed my lips. “I’m not so sure. You struggle immensely with humour. And no sense of humour is a sign of limited knowledge.”

He scoffed, looking genuinely offended. “I have plenty of humour! It’s just more on the… sadistic and hedonistic side of the things.”

“Simpleton humour.” I said pointedly, raising my finger. “Any man is enthralled by the idea of a leg being chopped off or a naked lady, but have you considered the idea of a genuinely good jest?”

“I fail to see issue with either of those things, but I am curious as to what you consider a good jest.”

“Perhaps one where, dare I say, no one gets hurt?” I raised, turning to look at him playfully.

He met my gaze, mischief gleaming in his bright eyes that were almost illuminated by the moonlight. I felt my throat tighten a bit at the view, the butterflies from before flitting lightly before I returned my gaze back to the path ahead. I felt my chest tighten and my brows furrow as I tried to focus on the stones below my feet.

“Maybe. But where’s the fun in that?” He responded, his voice smooth as silk.

I shrugged, swallowing away these weird feelings as best I could. “Consider this: I once heard of a man who could imitate the sound of a duck who hid in people’s homes and made the sound, making people think a duck had invaded. That is a good jest!”

“People get harmed with that, though.” He countered. “Considering the man had to steal away into someone’s home to make the sound.”

“Perhaps, but it is certainly better than having one’s leg chopped off.” I replied with a grin.

“Well, I don’t know about that. Clearly, you’ve never been to a good leg chopping. They can be, as you said, quite enthralling.”

I laughed then, the sound tumbling out of me with a shocking ease. “I didn’t know such events existed.”

I turned to look at him once again, finding him grinning at me. My mind flashed to the first night he showed me that grin and the feeling of victory that swept over me viciously then did the same now.

“You have to get out more then, dear.” His eyes twinkled with mirth as they swept over to me. “The idea of someone like you at such an event certainly would add another level of entertainment to it.”

“Absolutely not.” I scoffed. “Once again, I am a woman of refined tastes and expanded knowledge. It takes more than gore and sex to entertain me.”

“I am learning that.” He replied, almost too softly.

I felt a ping of discomfort, unsure of how to reply to his tone. So, I didn’t, rather letting the rustling leaves and sounds of distant animals fill the silence.

We traveled on through the night mostly in silence from then on. Not much really to make conversation on, and my mind weighed heavily on what I was walking into, and making sure I walked into it before dawn.

Thankfully, my attempt to move faster than was comfortable was a wise choice. Just as the sky began to brighten a bit, Astarion moved off the road, motioning for me to follow.

“There’s a cave opening nearby.” He said. “Not too far from here. Just stay close.”

I nodded, moving as silently as he did, albeit with less finesse. Astarion noticed, too, based off the small smile on his face he made no attempt to hide from me. He was so sure with his footing, but my balance needed some work and I almost tumbled a few times along the roots that littered the forest floor.

We continued on for not much longer before finally a small cave appeared in the brightening day. Astarion let out a sigh of relief as he peered up towards the sky, a hint of sadness flashing across his face for just the briefest moment, but I saw it and felt everything click into place. It never even occurred to me that Astarion, the spawn, were forced to live in the Underdark. Not just because society has deemed them untrustworthy, but because it’s the only place they can exist without harm. And, Gods, the idea of not feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin wrapping around you like a hug, was enough to tug on my heart.

Astarion turned and faced me expectantly. “Are you ready?”

I moved my gaze between him and the cave mouth, steeling my nerves the best I could before finally landing on him. I gave a single nod and he returned the motion, moving in towards the cave, with me close behind.

The next morning, I woke up with a gasp and cold sweat along my forehead. My chest heaved as I sat up, the nightmare I had still racing in my mind. It wasn’t a nightmare I was unused to having. Blackness everywhere, and world ending hollowness. Nothing else. It was more a feeling than anything, but it shook me. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and leaned forward, grounding myself, my back stinging in protest.

I closed my eyes and breathed, listening to the sounds of the house around me as people prepared for the day. I seldom had nightmares, but when I did have them, it was usually during times like these where there was so much going on and no time to rest. No time to recover from anything. I wondered if I could perhaps call in sick today and head towards the river’s edge, soak my feet in the waters, listen to the waves, remember fishing with my father. Something good out of all this…shit that has been piling up for what feels like forever now.

I stood up and let out a small groan, reaching to my whining back. I moved over to the mirror and brought down my shirt to examine the wound as best I could. The bandage covered it up, but there were some red spots in it from the blood that had leaked during the night. It hurt like the hells today, but the second day was always the worst, and this was by far one of the easier corrections I’ve received in a while.

I carefully got dressed for the day and slowly moved towards the door, a knock rapping upon it as I placed my hand on the doorknob. I opened it immediately and was greeted by Visyra who looked up and down at me skeptically.

Her face crunched up in displeasure. “You look like shit.”

“Wow. Thanks.” I sighed, rolling my eyes and moving past her.

She followed me, her eyes watching my face. “How are you feeling?”

“Just about as good as I look.” I replied tiredly. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Then you should rest today.” She said, moving to stand in front of me and blocking the stairs. She crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows in a challenge.

My shoulders slumped. “Really, Visyra. I’m fine. I’ll take it easy today and go to sleep nice and early tonight.”

“No you won’t.” She said with a knowing look. “You’ll still probably go out and perform like you always do and pretend that everything is okay, but you look like you’re stretched too thin.”

I moved my hands in disbelief. “What are you, my mother?”

“As close to one as you’re gonna get.”

“Please, Visyra. Cosmina specifically told me she expected me to work today. Think of how pissed she’ll be if I don’t show up.”

She smirked. “Well, I’ve thought about this, and perhaps, there might be an emergency happening of some sort soon.”

I furrowed my brows, my own lips lifting into a smirk. “What did you do?”

She shrugged, her bottom lip jutting out. “I don’t know what you mean. But if I had to speculate, I would say that a particular patriar that might have danced with our dearest Clarissa might be stopping by for a visit this evening.”

My mouth dropped and my eyes widened. “Curious. And why would he do that?”

“Well, obviously because he had such a grand time at the gala last night. And certainly not because Marius bested him in a game of cards that was quite…costly.”

I let out a sigh of disbelief. “Wow. How…fortunate.”

She smiled. “Indeed. They are already preparing upstairs and, wouldn’t you know it. Cosmina thinks you should rest tonight after all.”

I felt a wave of gratitude move through me. It wasn’t the first time Visyra had done something like this. She was my right hand woman for all shenanigans that involved chaos or torturing Rosalind and Clarissa, but I had to admit, this act of kindness landed especially hard for me. I was at my wits end, barely able to survive, and she gave me a chance to feel better and rest.

I furrowed my brows, my eyes glistening as I looked towards her. “Thank you.” I whispered.

Her shoulders fell and she wrapped her arms around me tightly. “Go rest now. I’ll send Marius by later to look at your back, okay?”

I nodded into her neck and felt my body relax before pulling away and trudging back into my room, the door closing behind me. I paused, though, wondering if rest was what I truly needed or if it was reprieve. It had been a while since I had sat along the shores and wasted my time soaking in the sun, the salt, the sand. I could use a break. So, a break is something I would take.

I got dressed in my bard costume and placed my ring and necklace on before getting my bag and placing it carefully along my back. Visyra would certainly scold me for this later, but I didn’t care at this point. I moved out of the house, making sure to avoid anyone who might see me, and left, making a break for the tree line. I entered into the streets and inhaled deeply, using my jacket to cover my head from any familiar faces. As I entered into the lower city, I dropped my cap and inhaled deeply, a sensation of freedom washing over me so complete, I could’ve started skipping.

I moved towards Wyrm’s Crossing, stopping by stalls set up by traders and playing fun songs on my violin for children I found in the streets to dance to as I continued my walk. As I reached Rivington, it was almost strange seeing it in the middle of the day. The smell of brine from fresh fish filled the air, buildings were bustling with activity and wagons trying to come in at the gate. People yelled from stalls selling whatever they figured would fetch a pretty penny. As I looked along the shelves, I noted some things that were certainly stolen, but I smiled at the fact. There was something endearing about selling something that wasn’t yours.

I walked past Sharess’ Caress and made my way down to the harbor where the shoreline was. It was much more amicable during the day. The tape from the murders were gone now and fishermen set up their boats, hauling in their catches of the day and setting off to catch more. I found a decent patch of sand a bit ways away from all the hustle and bustle and sat down, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath of the salty air. My mind instantly flashed to evenings spent in the water with my father as we tried catching fish with our bare hands. Neither one of us ever caught anything, and honestly, I think that was the point. He would pull out pieces of wood and be genuinely surprised when it wasn’t it fish. I felt a smile on my lips as his surprised face flickered in my mind.

I opened my eyes and pulled out my notebook full of songs and poems and stories I had collected and written over my years as a bard. I flipped through the pages until I came across a blank one and pulled out a pencil, beginning to write down the tale of my own heroism thus far: How I braved a vampire attack, met the duke of Baldur’s Gate and the leader of the Flaming Fist. I am sure that my story would be expanded here soon, but it’s important to get the small details in first before moving on.

Once I finished, I sighed, feeling finally a sense of relief. I moved my bag and laid my head down on it, letting the sounds of the waves wash over me like it did the shore. Seagulls cried high above and fishermen nearby yelled as they set sail. I laid on my side, my hand under my head for extra support (the bag wasn’t that comfy) and felt my eyes flutter close, the waves lulling me to sleep like a comforting lullaby.

--

I let out a yawn as I stirred from my nap, my hand lifting to rub the sleep out of my eyes as I sat up, my back stinging slightly at the movement. I blinked as my eyes opened, focusing a bit on what was around me and widening when I realised it was night time. Fully night time. The moon was above, shining on the waves nearby and I could no longer hear the sounds of the fishermen at work.

“Shit.” I muttered, looking around to see if I could get some idea from somewhere just how long I had slept for, but no dice. Gods, I must have been exhausted.

I heaved myself up, letting out a groan as my back stung. I reached behind and winced as I felt the bandage, the wound warm underneath my palm, but soothing at the pressure. I gathered my bag and began towards the main street, seeing that people were still out and about, thankfully. I walkedtowards Sharess’ Caress and found that it was plenty early in the night. The crowd was thrumming with energy and the space filled with conversation.

“Ah, my lovely Isolde.” Mamzell Amira greeted. “Good to see you again. I was worried you wouldn’t come tonight.” Her voice had a hard edge to it, acknowledging my absence yesterday.

I sighed, feeling a lack of energy myself. I moved over and leaned forward on the counter, getting closer to her. “Sorry for missing yesterday. I had something come up.”

“No worries.” She said, waving her hand dismissively. “We can just add it to your tab.”

“Right.” I said flatly. “We might have to add tonight, too. I was injured last night and I’m not sure I can perform to a way that meets your high standards.”

She smirked, the smile not fully reaching her eyes. “Injured, you say? Why, you look fine.”

All by design. Cosmina never wanted anyone to see her corrections. She was worried about what others might think of her methods if they could see it. So, she made sure they didn’t.

“Believe me.” I said through bared teeth, feeling irritation bubble in me.

She pursed her lips, her eyes squinting. “Well, alright. So, what should I tell a particularly handsome gentleman that seems to particularly enjoy your company specifically?”

I blinked, furrowing my brows. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

She smiled knowingly and gestured to the darkened corner of the room. I turned my head and saw Astarion sitting in his usual spot, his eyes elsewhere, scanning the main room as he brought a drink to his lips. As I watched him, his eyes moved over to me and a delighted smirk wiped across his features. He raised his glass towards me and I bit back the urge to gag.

“I have to say, we have regulars, but he always seems to be here when you are.” Mamzell wondered out loud. “He was gone yesterday, too.”

“How strange, indeed.” I returned sweetly, moving to look at her.

She let out a chuckle. “Alright, dear. You don’t have to involve me, but secrets are something I’m particularly good at keeping, if you ever felt like sharing.”

“I appreciate your…discretion.” I said, unsure. “I’ll be back once I’m healed.”

She nodded. “Take all the time you need, dove.”

I clenched my jaw and moved my gaze over to Astarion for a moment, his eyes watching me as I left and hoping he understood to follow me. Not that Sharess’ Caress wasn’t a great place to talk, but Amira was already attempting to stick her nose in my business, gods help the woman. And I could only handle one unbearably difficult person at a time today.

I leaned against the outside of door, making sure I was out of sight from Amira and waited. Soon enough, a white-haired man with gleaming red eyes stepped into the night and jumped when they landed on me, his hand flying to his chest.

“Gods, are you following me?” He asked, exasperated.

“Funny.” I returned flatly. “I could ask the same of you.”

His surprise gave way to a mischievous smile. “Well, how could I say no to a moonlight stroll with my favourite wine server?”

I groaned, rolling my eyes and lifting myself off the wall, turning back towards the harbor and honestly not caring if he followed me at this point. “Been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

“Well, I can’t say I’m not excited about the idea of working with a servant of all people.” He let out a laugh of disbelief. “You weren’t honest with me. And I am, quite frankly, offended.”

I looked over at him, finding his eyes alight with amusement. “I’m sure you’re just torn apart about it.”

We continued moving towards the harbor, the people and crowds fading away as we walked further away from the main street. I could hear the sound of the waves nearby and felt some stabilisation. I would need all the help I could get dealing with this.

“I really am.” He replied with a dramatic pout. “I thought we had an…understanding.”

“I think it’s incredible that you are shocked I lied to you when you haven’t been exactly honest with me, Mr. Hero of Baldur’s Gate.” I shot back, tilting my head as I waited for his response.

He let out another laugh. “Please. You never asked.”

“Neither did you.”

I approached my spot I was nestled in before and carefully sat down, minding my back. As I settled, I felt a prickle along the back of my neck and I lifted my gaze to find Astarion’s eyes squinting as they watched me, his smile replaced with a confused frown.

“What?” I asked, annoyed.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

I sneered at the question, moving my gaze to the water before me. “Sure I am, why?”

“No reason in particular.” He replied casually, moving to sit down in the sand himself. “You just don’t seem as bothersome as usual.”

“I’m tired.” I said honestly, wrapping my arms around myself in the cold. “These last few days have been trying, no thanks to you.”

He frowned at my words, his brows furrowing as he pondered how to respond. For a brief and beautiful moment, the only sound that filled between us was the water. I closed my eyes and accepted the peace, allowing it to soothe me.

“Well, I can’t be that bad.” He said finally and I felt guilt bury itself in my chest.

I squeezed my eyes shut and pursed my lips. Of course he wasn’t that bad. I felt a sad understanding that I held some anger towards him over what happened with Cosmina. It wasn’t fair to him. How could he have known? He obviously didn’t tell her my secret or else who knows what she would’ve done. He lied to her for reasons I don’t quite get, but it was enough to give him the benefit of the doubt now.

“You’re right.” I sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“I beg your pardon?” He asked, incredulous.

“My shit week hasn’t been only because of you.” I murmured, tightening my arms around me and seeing my gaze forward. “I’ve just been thinking of my friend and how I can help.” He was silent again and I felt my body tighten in discomfort, feeling like maybe I shouldn’t have apologised, but I knew it was the right thing to do.

“Well, that was painfully easy.” He quipped. “Honestly, I expected more fight.”

“Fresh out of fight, unfortunately. But I can offer help, if you need it. I just need to do…something.”

“Well, if that’s the case, I have a job for you.” He said, his voice slightly softer than before, causing me to look at him. His hands fiddled with themselves and his eyes were lowered, deep in thought. “I don’t want to go into too many details, but I’ll tell you what you need to know.”

I turned towards him more, tilting my head to try and get a better look, but he spotted this and recalibrated himself to mask whatever he was feeling.

“The reason I’m here is because I had a disagreement with another spawn - Sebastian. After we fought, he and some of his followers left and came here to try their luck, I suppose. The people who are left in the settlement are…sad.”

I furrowed my brows, leaning closer. “What do you mean?”

His lips twitched as his eyes faded to the past, his throat moving as he swallowed. “They have forgotten how to live, I think.”

My mouth opened at his words, trying to figure out how to respond, but he continued.

“We try to be better than what we are. Not hurting people, living life in darkness, but with Sebastian leaving, a lot of us-“ he cleared his throat. “Them. A lot of them wonder what we do it all for.”

I nodded, not needing to hear anything else. “I’ll help.”

He lifted his gaze to me, a disbelieving frown on his face. “Just like that? You don’t even know what the job is.”

“That’s because it's quite obvious what the job is.” I said, leaning back on my hands. “You want me to cheer up your settlement.”

“Well, in a way-“

“Helping people find joy is why I do what I do, Astarion.” I said, cutting off whatever argument he had. “So, I accept your challenge.”

“You don’t even know where it is.” He answered with a scoff.

“I’ve been told it’s far away from here.” I replied with a playful smile that he rolled his eyes at. “Fine, then. Where is it?”

“The Underdark.”

My eyes widened at the revelation. The Underdark was something I’ve only ever heard about in stories. The horrid monsters, the encroaching darkness, the jagged rocks. It was enough to make any sane person run the other way, but thankfully, I was in fact, not sane.

“Sounds doable.” I said far too confidently.

“I’m sorry. Sounds doable?” He repeated in wild disbelief. “It’s the Underdark. And you’d be going to a settlement full of vampire spawn.”

“Yes, but I thought you said these vampire spawn don’t hurt people.”

“Well, they don’t, but that’s not-“

“Then what’s the problem?” I asked.

“The problem is how willing you are to do this.” He shot back, his eyes burning with irritation. “You're clearly a madwoman to even consider this.”

I watched him carefully, seeing if he would give away to what this might be about. His lips were taut and his eyes flickered vaguely with worry.

“I’d rather die helping people than not having helped anyone at all.” I murmured, lowering my gaze.

“Even vampire spawn?” He asked.

“Especially vampire spawn.” I returned. “They are trying to be better. It makes sense to me they need something to be better for.”

He let out a disbelieving sigh and leaned back on his hands, looking up at the sky, the moonlight cascading along his features. “Well, then I guess that’s settled.”

“How do I get there? I can leave tomorrow, I think.”

“I’ll escort you. They probably wouldn’t let you in without me there.” He said casually. “We can leave tomorrow evening.”

I nodded, standing up and wincing in pain from the movement, feeling embarrassed as Astarion’s eyes catalogued it, his eyes squinting suspiciously.

“Right, then.” I sighed, lifting up my bag. “I have to get ready. Meet me at Baldur’s gate tomorrow night.”

His eyes scanned me once more before he rolled his eyes and he waved me off. “Alright. Don’t miss me too much now, darling.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” I returned flatly, making my way back to the city. It would be a long night of packing, stealing food from the kitchen and preparing. I doubt I would have any time to think about Astarion at all, even if I wanted to.

I sat nervously in one of the chairs outside of Cosmina’s office, my legs shaking as I waited for her arrival. My body was tense and my mind was racing from the events that happened tonight. Astarion was not just your average conman, but he was one of the people who saved Baldur’s Gate a year ago. I mean, who could’ve guessed? That raises more questions about what he is doing here. A common joke among Baldurans is its best to hear about Heroes of Baldur’s Gate rather than see them. Seeing them means there’s something problematic enough for them to be there, so whatever could cause him to be here? Was the vampire problem far bigger than I gave credit for?

And gods, his infuriating smirk. He enjoyed the fact that he knew a secret. That he had power over me. I felt my lips curl into a snarl as I recalled his purposeful pinching at my dress. Something that Cosmina had certainly seen and would certainly misconstrue. All because he enjoyed being a little prick.

But I also recalled how seamlessly he lied to her, how he understood the situation without having to be told. I didn’t have to wonder how a person could read a situation so aptly. I did it all the time, but what he did with it was different. He could’ve easily sold me out, told Cosmina everything, kept me from interfering with his heroism or whatever it was that had him here in Baldur’s Gate…but he didn’t. And that was curious. Actually, it was upsetting. I read people easily. From the moment I saw him, he was a difficult man with a difficult personality who hated smiling, but now he has changed things up. He was acting outside of what I had assigned him, and I didn’t know what to do with that. I wasn’t used to being wrong about people.

But who’s to say I’m wrong? One act of intellect doesn’t make up for consistent petulance. I’ll be curious to see what he has to say for himself when we meet next.

From down the hall, a loud boom echoed along the walls along with voices as the front doors were opened. I heard Rosalind and Clarissa arguing over who did a better job during the gala. Rosalind bragged about dancing with “a handsome hero” and Clarissa scoffed, saying she danced with an actual patriar. Poor souls.

Cosmina was silent, but I heard her footsteps approach and I lowered my gaze, not wanting to anger her further. The sound of fabric swishing accompanied her movements and as she turned the corner, I heard her huff out a breath. She said nothing as she moved past me, taking out her keys and unlocking the door. She didn’t have to tell me come in once the doors were opened. We had done this before.

I slowly entered into the office and she sighed as she tossed her bag along the chairs in front of her desk. She sat down in her chair and lifted her gaze up to me expectantly, her posture perfect, her hands folded politely on the desk’s surface.

I furrowed my brows and slowly moved to sit down where I normally did when I was being corrected, hoping she would be more forgiving today than usual. I sat down and folded my hands in my lap, watching them idly and waiting for her to speak.

“That was a truly inappropriate display from you, Aurora.” She scolded, her voice tired. “Gods, the embarrassment.”

“Apologies, my lady.” I murmured.

“Why do you insist on constantly biting the hand that feeds you, hm?” She asked. “When your parents died, I took you in, gave you a home, made you part of my family. And this is how you thank me?”

I shook my head, guilt weighing heavy on my heart to have caused her distress. “I tried to tell him to leave, my lady.”

She lifted her lips in a scowl. “And tell me, did it work?”

I sighed, knowing that it certainly didn’t. And she knew that. I shook my head and she ran a hand through her hair, exhaling deeply.

“You’re lucky I was able to turn it around. I think Rosalind and him had a wonderful time together.” She continued, her eyes drifting at the memory, a smug smile pulling at her lips.

I clenched my jaw at her words, fighting back a giggle. I’ve seen Rosalind dance, and nothing about it was wonderful. I also remembered the sneer he gave her when Cosmina pushed them together. That was about the only wonderful thing about it, I would gather.

Cosmina let out a sigh, her eyes drifted to where she kept her tools, pondering if she had the energy for correction tonight. My eyes danced between her and the box, tightening in hope that she would be too tired for it and let me off with a scolding.

“You did do well with the Caldwells tonight. They wouldn’t stop raving about you.” She said with a disbelieving scoff, standing up and moving towards the box, my stomach dropping. “But your actions with the gentleman tonight was unacceptable, and that requires correction. You will learn not to interfere with those above your station.”

“My lady, I swear to you, I never-“

She lifted her hand, cutting me off and I turned away as the box lid creaked open, my chest heaving as I tried to gather courage to face what was to come next. I heard the sounds of her picking something up and her footsteps moving closer to me calmly. I kept my gaze straight and stood, moving to where I knew she wanted me to be, my hands shaking and balling into a fist so she couldn’t see it. I got down on my knees, facing the closed office door and began undoing the buttons to the dress I wore just enough to expose my back to her. I felt a shiver move through me as my skin touched the air and I moved my hair out of the way. Blood was hard to clean out of hair.

“We will do three tonight.” Cosmina said, her voice eerily calm. “Because you did impress the Caldwells.”

I took a shaky breath and squeezed my eyes shut as I gripped onto my thighs, the fabric of my dress scrunching at the motion. “Thank you, my lady.”

She let out a hmph and then a searing pain moved through my back, causing me to let out a yelp and my body to instinctually lift before my mind took control and forced myself to stay put, knowing that any further discrepancies would be immediately dealt with.

“One.” She said.

Another snap of white hot pain cracked through me and my nails dug into my palms, tears stinging my cheeks. The sound of leather on skin echoed through her office, filling the space where my gasps for air couldn’t.

“Two.”

A final, decisive crack and a shiver of pain wracked my body. I leaned forward, feeling a warmth move down my back and into the skirt of my dress as I bit my lip from the ringing of hurt encased me. I rocked back and forth, trying to feel anything outside of the raging burning on my back.

“Three.” She finished, her footsteps moving back towards the box and a clatter filling the space before the creak of her box as she closed it. “Now, get yourself cleaned up and well rested. I still expect you to be a functional member of the household tomorrow.”

I nodded and stood up slowly, my legs and hands shaking as I gathered my dress in my hand and leaving my back exposed, knowing it would be less painful that way. My chest heaved and my nose ran as I exited her office, properly corrected. My teeth chattered as I used the wall as support for my shaking body while I made my way to the servants section of the house. As I reached the steps, the world started spinning a bit and I leaned a bit more on the wall, feeling the cool brick on my face as I rested there for a moment. I continued down slowly and made my way to Visyra’s room, hoping she was back by now. I gave a knock and then entered, finding her and Marius getting dressed and ready for bed.

“Aurora?” She asked, her eyes moving to me in confusion. “Where were you, we’ve been-“ Her words cut off as they took in my shaking form, her eyes widening. “Gods.”

“It happened again.” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

She took a deep breath and gave a knowing look to Marius who nodded and moved out of the room to get healing supplies from the kitchen. She approached me and weaved her arm through mine as she lead me to their bed, her brows furrowed in concern.

“Why happened this time?” She murmured, placing me down on the bed and moving behind me to inspect the wound.

“I was at the gala.” I answered, my voice shaking. “And I didn’t do a good job.”

She sighed, her cold fingers dancing around the inflamed skin on my back. I winced at the sensitivity of it. “That’s where you went, then.”

“I didn’t have a choice.” I murmured, emotions welling up in me. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Aurora.” She said, her voice warm and reassuring. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this.”

I shook my head. “It could be worse.”

“Could it?” She asked, bringing herself in front of me and kneeling down, meeting my eye. “It seems pretty bad to me.”

“Some people just show love in ways we can’t understand, Visyra.” I said earnestly. “She expects so much from me and I let her down. After everything she has done for me.”

“This isn’t love, Aurora.” She murmured, bringing her hand up to swipe tears from my cheeks. “I know she gave you a home and everything, but I can’t help but wonder if it was because of love or power.”

“Alright, let’s have a look, then.” Marius said, rushing into the room and sitting down on the bed behind me. I heard him suck in his breath as he examined my back. “Not as bad as it usually is. Should heal in no time.”

“Good,” I muttered, my mind flashing to Astarion. I had a lot on my plate and I couldn’t let a small injury get in the way of that. I also didn’t want Astarion thinking I was hiding from him after our unexpected meeting at the gala tonight. “She wants me back at it tomorrow.”

Visyra rolled her eyes and her hands found mine, stroking them softly. “Cosmina can kiss my voluptuous ass for all I care. You will rest if you need rest. I’ll see to it myself if I have to.”

I smiled a bit, wincing as Marius cleaned the wound and placed a bandage on it. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, absolutely. Especially if you rest.” She retorted. “Honestly, the woman has no sense of compassion. I’m convinced of it.”

I bit the inside of my cheek at her words, unsure I agreed. She was more than willing to accept me when she found out my parents died, even though she never liked them. Would a woman without compassion do something like that?

“There.” Marius finished, lifting himself off the bed. “That should do just fine.”

I nodded and stood up, the pain still throbbing along my back, my eyes heavy from the day’s events. “Thank you, Marius. And thank you, Visyra.” I said, squeezing her hand. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Visyra smiled softly and pulled me into a tight hug, avoiding my back. “I’m always here for you. You know that.”

I leaned into her touch, returning the hug with a soft and tired smile. “I know.”

She pulled back but kept her hands on my shoulders as her eyes scanned my face, worry evident in them. “Get some rest, yeah? And we will see how you’re feeling tomorrow.”

I nodded and stepped away from her, moving into the hallway and shutting the door behind me, an aching silence settling around me. I walked into my room, my tiny, barren, bland room, and shut the door behind me, resting on it as my body shook from emotions that threatened to spill out. I took a shaky breath and my eyes found the small tree that sat on the table by my bed, still shining, still warm. I sat down at the edge of my bed and picked up the tree in my hand, feeling its comforting warmth encircle my hands and chest. I smiled as I thought about the same tree my mother had in her garden. If I closed my eyes and thought hard enough, I could still smell it. I could still hear her laughter and see her smile. She was with me now, in this tree, in the small necklace under my floorboards. I felt tears leave my eyes unwillingly and laid down in the bed, clutching the tree close to me as I continued to weep for my mother until it faded into a restless slumber.

It was nearing time now for the patriars and various other nobility of the Sword Coast to arrive. I had spent the day communicating with other people to keep them organised. Cook the food now, plate it here, use this tablecloth, water these plants. Any other time, I would’ve been in sheer shock just by being in the High House, but my mind was muddled with orders and chaos and sheer survival. It was easier stealing from the counting house than this, it felt like. Don’t ask me how I know.

As the sun dipped in the sky, candles were lit in the ornate halls, the last bit of the food was set out and wine started being poured as people starting trickling in wearing the most hideous clothing. I guess money can’t afford taste. Once I was sure that things were in order, I went to go change myself into the uniform the staff would be wearing tonight. Couldn’t have patriars being reminded of the slums they steal from, now can we?

As I stepped out from the closet I changed in, I caught a glimpse of myself in a reflective suit of armour that stood nearby. My eyes were tired, my hair was frayed, and I looked positively miserable. I truly needed that break. A night, just a single night, to get away from all of this would’ve done me wonders. It had felt like so much had been piling up and I could see the weight in my face and how it shrunk and rose in places it shouldn’t. That might explain why Cosmina was so okay with me taking on this job; I looked terrible.

I sighed, moving to fix my hair as best as I had energy for and moved forward, the low murmurs from a few voices now a constant hum as people chatted politely about the state of affairs or whatever it is rich people chat about. Decidedly a huge difference from the type of parties I fancied. By now, at least three men would be on the ground whether it was because they drank too much or they fought one another. I felt a small smile escape at the thought, a notably humorous idea. Perhaps worthy of a poem to share later on. I moved to the bar and assembled a tray, beginning to make the rounds along with the rest of the staff.

As I moved through the room, I felt myself blocking out conversations around me, uninterested in taking in anything else. My mind focused instead on the music that swelled in the room. The Caldwell’s had hired some exceptional instrumentalists. The violin that cried through the air in a somber tune made my heart lurch, the lute accompanied it with a delicate pluck and a rounded bass commanded attention. Needless to say, they were much better than whoever it was Mamzell hired for me and a welcome distraction.

“Ah, here she is.” Ionia said, extending her arms towards me as she approached.

I smiled softly and met her halfway, a feeling of surprise filling me as she came forth to give me a hug. I froze at her embrace, feeling eyes on me, the smell of her perfume oil filling my nose and clinging onto me as she pulled back, a large grin on her face as she looked around.

“It looks wonderful, Aurora.” She gushed, turning to the man next to her. He stood straight, wore a nice fitted suit and his hair was slicked back with oil. He also had remarkably kind eyes. “This is the woman I spoke to you about. Dalemora’s friend from the Sambridges.”

He stepped forward, extending his hand with a soft smile. “Ah, yes. We are deeply grateful for your help this evening. I’m Wyllyck Caldwell.”

I blinked, staring at the hand confused. Did he truly expect me to shake his hand? Most other patriars rarely even looked at me, much less respected me enough to shake their hands. I looked around, unsure of what to do here.

“Ah,” he murmured, withdrawing his hand. “My apologies. I forget who we are in company of.”

I nodded slowly, my brows furrowing in understanding. I lifted up the tray towards them. “Perhaps a drink for the evening?”

His eyes widened and he gave a nod, taking two glasses of red wine from my tray and handing one to Ionia. He took a deep drink and let out a content sigh. “Yes, that should help us get through the evening. Shouldn’t it, my dear?” He turned to face Ionia and she gave a knowing nod, lacing her arms through his.

“We aren’t huge fans of parties such as these.” She revealed, her tone lower. “So, you will probably see us again.”

My smile widened just a smidge, enough to still be polite. “I shall be here, my lady.”

She lifted her glass to me and they both disappeared into the crowd. It was nice to know that even some patriars found events like this dull and boring. It made me feel not completely insane. I continued my walk through the attendees, their excitement starting to become palpable as the night went on. People were beginning to wonder when the honorees of said gala would appear.

As I exited the crowd to get another batch of drinks, I heard an eerily familiar shuffling and I squeezed my eyes shut, building up the courage to face whatever was storming towards me. I turned around and opened my eyes to find Cosmina moving along the crowd purposefully, her gaze on me, Rosalind and Clarissa stumbling behind her like cattle. I bit back a laugh when they broke through the crowd and saw how ridiculous the girls looked.

Rosalind was wearing a shade of red that should’ve been provocative, seductive even. But on her, it washed out her pale skin and made her look almost sickly. Clarissa’s dress was the most offensive of the two, however. It was a bright yellow. The same kind of yellow I have seen in vomit before. To make matters worse, she wore elbow length gloves to complete the look. I could only imagine how amused Visyra was shoving them into those atrocities. Gods, I wish I could’ve been there.

As Cosmina approached me, I lowered my gaze, doing what was expected of me. It was especially important now that I was perfect, but not too perfect. There was a line to toe, and I had no plans on crossing it this evening.

“I noticed you speaking with Caldwells earlier.” Cosmina said, negating a greeting as she closed the distance between us. “What did you speak about?”

“Lady Caldwell was pleased with my efforts today.” I responded flatly.

Cosmina let out a scoff, looking around the room I had slaved all day over. “I’m sure you tried your best and the Caldwell’s are remarkably…charitable. Have you been behaving yourself?”

I nodded. “Yes, my lady. I am doing all I can to bring honour to the Sambridge house.”

She eyed me up and down, taking in my disheveled appearance. “You seem…worn.”

I clenched my jaw, nervous that I wasn’t meeting her standards. It had been a long day, but perhaps I should have put more effort into my appearance. “My lady?”

She smirked just the tiniest bit. Not enough to be unladylike, but enough to be seen. “Don’t worry. It suits you. And certainly suits them.” She motioned to Clarissa and Rosalind behind her. “You will come home only when the Caldwell’s dismiss you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Good. Now, get back to work. I’m sure they are many thirsty men here tonight that could use some wine.”

I nodded and grabbed the tray, moving past them and returning to my duties, keeping my head low and my mouth closed. As was expected of me.

As I handed off more drinks, the music that provided the most welcome distraction faded and a man I had only ever heard of from legends stood in the front of the room. Duke Ulder Ravengard. My mouth dropped in amazement. It wasn’t every day a person like me set eyes on a duke, much less the most powerful man along the Sword Coast. The tales told about this man…Gods, I couldn’t wait to tell Visyra.

“Good evening, all.” He began, smiling warmly. “You all know how terrible I am at speeches, so I’ll try to keep this short.” A whisper of laughs filled the space and he continued. “It warms my heart to have you all here in celebration. Not just a celebration, but a reminder. A reminder of what we as a city faced, and what we as a city can accomplish when we are challenged. I know firsthand how hard that challenge was, but it wouldn’t have even been possible if not for the acts of bravery from a select few. I doubt we would be here now if not for them. So, without further ado, the Heroes of Baldur’s Gate.”

He motioned towards a door near him and it opened, revealing a group of people with smiles on their faces. Some of them were recognisable: Jeheira, Minsc and Wyll Ravengard. Some of them weren’t, but one was alarmingly familiar.

“Shit.” I muttered, my eyes wide as they fell upon a man with pale hair and red eyes that saw everything. His eyes were alight as applause filled the room and he let out a wave as others around him gave him a glare. I ducked down as much as I could without bringing attention to myself, panic filling me. He never told me he was one of the people who saved the city.

Music began to play again and conversation swept the room as I moved towards the back of the crowd, my shoulders tight and my mind racing. For the second time in my life, I had no idea what I was going to do. Astarion knew what I was and he would be in the same room as a person who could easily stop it. Stop me. If he spotted me, my time as a bard would be over. I considered the savings that I had so far, if it was enough, but I knew it wasn’t. My entire life was flashing before my very eyes and I didn’t know what to do with it. I didn’t know how to fix this. I leaned up against the bar, gathering my wits as the barkeep replenished the tray. My chest was heaving as I tried to calm myself and squeezed my eyes shut. I felt a hint of irritation. I thought I had him all figured out. He was an artist that bathed. He was self serving. He was a menace, for gods sake. Why in the seven hells would someone like him save Baldur’s Gate and why wouldn’t he mention that?

I felt a familiar prickling along the back of my neck, my hand lifting to soothe the sensation, confusion moving through me. I felt panic at the thought that maybe Cosmina had taken notice of my lack of activity and the worry made me turn my gaze to spot her, but when I found her, she was laughing loudly to whatever the man before her said. That didn’t make any sense. I continued my scan of the room and clenched my jaw when I found Astarion staring right at me, a wide and evil grin on his face.

I quickly whipped around and stared at the surface of the table before me, resignation moving through me, my neck still prickling. The best thing I could do now would be pretend like I didn’t know him. Ignore him, even. Do whatever I could to make this as boring as possible for the psychopath. I sighed and picked up the tray, straightening out my face once more before turning around and moving through the crowd, offering drinks and pointedly avoiding him.

But, as it were, Astarion simply couldn’t resist himself. I had just finished handing off a glass to another person when I heard a throat clear behind me. I turned and found him right there, a sly smirk on his face.

“Gods,” he said with a slight pout. “I am certainly thirsty.”

I offered him as polite a smile as I could, which I can’t imagine it was very polite. His smirk deepened as I extended the tray out towards him. “A glass of wine for you, sir?”

“Finally.” He replied, taking a glass and bringing it to his lips, his eyes burning with curiosity as he drank. “Good service is hard to find these days, it seems.”

“Is that all, sir?” I said through gritted teeth.

He hummed in response, clearly amused and I fought the urge to rip his entire head off with one swoop of the tray, but I doubted even that would shut him up. He looked up thoughtfully, bringing a finger to his mouth and tapping theatrically.

“Well, I’m sure I can certainly think on it and get back to you.” He responded, a smug expression on his face.

I gave him a slight bow of the head and turned away from him, the prickling sensation along the back of my neck practically burning the skin off from his watchful gaze. I wasn’t sure I could do this. My insides felt like they were wrapping around one another and the edges of my vision darkened dangerously. I finished off the tray and moved back to the bar, leaning against it and taking a few moments to gather myself as the tray was replenished.

“You seem flustered, darling.” Astarion’s voice purred next to me.

I let out a yelp as I turned to face him, his body leaning against the bar casually, his glass of wine still not even halfway empty, the prick. Thirsty my ass.

I turned back towards the bar, keeping a steady focus on the surface, my palms sweating as worry filled me. This was not appropriate. If Cosmina saw him here, talking with me, that would require punishment.

“Go away.” I muttered, avoiding looking at him.

“Oh, but why would I do that? This just made the whole night far more interesting.”

I chose to not respond to him, hoping that that would be enough to make him go away, but he only leaned closer.

“I can see why you were busy tonight. Wine won’t serve itself, after all.” I felt pressure on my sleeve as he pinched at my uniform. “This suits you, though.”

I stepped away from him quickly, giving him my most intense death glare I possibly could. He received it with a toothy grin and a small, unbelieving laugh. I opened my mouth to respond but then I saw Cosmina glaring at me, approaching quickly with Rosalind in tow. My breath caught and I felt the quiet realisation wash over me that this little ploy of his would have consequences he wouldn’t have to endure. His expression moved from amusement to curiosity as his eyes followed mine, arriving just in time to see Cosmina saddle up next to him with Rosalind.

“You’re one of the heroes who saved us all, are you not?” Cosmina asked, her gaze flickering over to me before settling on Astarion.

He smiled too perfectly. “Well, I’m not one to brag, but yes.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his answer, choosing instead to clench my jaw and wish this whole interaction would end so I could go home and hide in my bed forever.

“We are so grateful for you and your heroism.” Cosmina gushed, pushing forward Rosalind who seemed unsure about whatever plan Cosmina had in her mind. “You saved my dear Rosalind’s life.”

I snorted at the lie. Rosalind wasn’t even in Baldur’s Gate when the Absolute attacked. None of them were, actually. They ran as soon as they got word the Steel Watch factory blew up. Cosmina glared to me and Astarion squinted his eyes at the noise, watching me curiously.

“I’m sorry, dear. Is this one bothering you?” Cosmina asked, pointing to me as she looked at Astarion. “She’s always causing trouble at home, so it wouldn’t surprise me.”

His brows furrowed at her words and his gaze left me to apprehend Cosmina, his eyes seeing and…understanding.

“No.” He replied matter-of-factly. “I was simply trying to get some wine.” He lifted his glass in his hand pointedly and she nodded, not quite convinced, but knew better than to push.

“Of course. Well, I’m sure my daughter would love a dance with her saviour.” Cosmina said, pushing Rosalind closer to him.

“Ah, well. As much as I would love to, I have so many people to see and so many thank yous to hear and if it's all the same to you, I’d rather not.” He replied with an easy smile.

“Oh, you’re shy then!” Cosmina said with a warm smile of her own. She pushed Rosalind towards Astarion and she collided with him, making my eyes widen at the action. He sneered and lifted his arms up and away from her, placing his glass of wine along the surface of the bar. “Rosalind is a great dancer. I’m sure you will warm up to her.”

“Absolutely not-“ He began but she cut him off with a point.

“I won’t take no for an answer!” She replied, semi-playfully but her voice carried an edge to it. I bit back the urge to smile. Perhaps there was some consequence for his little stunt after all, although I doubt mine would be any worse than dancing with Rosalind.

He frowned and his jaw worked as he looked over to me. I brought my gaze down, knowing that any further communication would make Cosmina suspicious. I heard him let out a sigh of defeat.

“Fine.”

Cosmina let out a squeal and pushed them both towards the dance floor. “I’ll be there soon. I just have to take care of something.”

I kept my gaze down, but she brought her hand up and tightly gripped my chin, forcing me to look at her blazing eyes, her lips a tight line.

“What happened to behaving, hm?” She hissed.

I shook my head as best I could. “I didn’t-“

I felt a small sting as she slapped my arm at my side, silencing me.

“You will go home. Now. And we will discuss when I get back.”

I nodded, lowering my gaze once more as she released me. She moved towards the dance floor and I tried to soothe my racing mind. Tonight just kept getting worse and worse. I wasn’t sure I felt comfortable leaving a man I hardly knew who somehow knew one of my most personal secrets with a woman who could ruin me in every way. He knew I worked for her now, he knew I was a bard. And just last night I held a blade to his throat.

I squeezed my eyes shut once again at the thought, taking some solace that he did lie just now. He simply needed wine. Maybe that was a good sign. Maybe he wouldn’t actually tell my secrets. All I could do was cling to that hope as I opened my eyes and moved towards the exit, feeling a tingle along my neck as the hairs stood on end.

The next day was a busy day. The busiest day of the year thus far. It was the day of the gala and Cosmina was in full monster mode getting her daughters ready for the affair. She had ordered us to prepare the dresses the night before, and Gods were they gaudy in every form of the word. Breakfast was to be served early to spend more time doing last minute lessons and to allow the servants of the house to make sure everything was in order for their departure this evening.

Meanwhile Visyra and I planned with others in the household about an evening spent at Elfsong. It would be a welcome reprieve from the chaos the last few days wrought. Honestly, I was due for a break and some genuine joy.

“I think Alan has taken a fancy to you.” Visyra joked, placing Rosalind’s dress upon her bed as I carefully placed Clarissa’s dress onto a hanger. “He always seems so excited when you go to Elfsong.”

“He fancies the business I bring.” I remarked with a knowing smile. “Our relationship is strictly business in nature.”

She turned towards me and crossed her arms. “I wonder if he knows that.”

I let out a laugh. “I would certainly hope so. Gods know I’m not interested if he doesn’t.”

She approached my side, her hands watching mine as they carefully folded other laundry and delicates of the sisters. She picked up a piece of clothing herself and began helping me fold. “I don’t know. I can’t think of a better match for you. He owns a bar, he’s handsome. He could take care of you.”

“I don’t need taking care of.” I murmured. “You know that.”

“Of course I know that. But a little fun wouldn’t hurt you, now would it?”

“I have plenty of fun with you.” I replied, lifting my gaze to meet hers.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Well, you know I love you, but I certainly don’t have as much fun with you as I do Marius.”

I let out a groan, my face scrunching up in disgust. “Gross.”

She laughed and nudged me with her arm. “Don’t be mad at me for telling the truth.”

“You know, you don’t have to say everything that comes to your mind.” I said, picking up the folded clothes and moving to place them in their places in the dresser.

“All I’m saying is, I know you have fun with me, but perhaps fun with someone else tonight wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” She followed me and wrapped her arms around my waist, her head leaning against my shoulder. “I know Dalemora’s death has been hard for you. Might be nice to forget about it for a while, at least.”

I sighed and furrowed my brows, bringing my hand to rest on hers as I pondered her words. Alan wasn’t exactly a bad man, in fact he was quite kind. He had been one of the nicer barkeeps I had the pleasure of interacting with and he always looked out for me. If he noticed anyone getting too close or comfortable, he would kick them out. He was kind to my friends and I and kept my secret. But the idea of being with someone physically simply as a distraction from my own worries didn’t appeal to me. I was a romantic at heart, like my mother before me. And my previous interactions with anyone else in that way taught me that I wasn’t interested unless it meant something. Because it had to, right? There had to be more to sex than just feeling good physically. Songs I’ve sang spoke about love and how it fills one from top to toe. Then, and only then, would I consider it.

“Maybe someday, but not today.” I said, turning to face her and giving her a point. “And certainly not with Alan.”

She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “How can you be a bard and also a prude? Doesn’t that break just about all the rules of being a bard?”

I scoffed, moving back towards the bed and mindlessly smoothing out the sheets on top. “I am not a prude. I’ve had sex before.”

“Yes,” she conceded. “Long enough now that I imagine you might have gathered dust down there.”

“You’re especially vulgar today.” I muttered. “The point is, my main distraction tonight shall be ale and the company I am keeping. Nothing more.”

As Visyra opened her mouth to respond, shuffling footsteps approached from the hallway towards us, and both of us straightened our postures before Alea appeared, breathless.

“There you are,” she sighed, her hair looking a bit wild. “Cosmina is looking for you, Aurora.”

I furrowed my brow and exchanged a look with Visyra. “Did she mention what for?”

She shrugged, leaning against the door frame. “I haven’t a clue, but she did say to come at once.”

I nodded, looking back towards Visyra. “Right. I suppose I’ll see you later, then.”

Visyra nodded. “I’ll finish things up here and meet you by the door once they are ready.”

I moved past Alea and into the hallway, making my way down the familiar path towards Cosmina’s office. It was a room I was extremely comfortable with. Whenever I did something that required correction, I would go there. My nerves settled uneasily in my stomach as I went down the stairs, my mind racing as I tried to think about something I might’ve done that upset her enough to address it, but I came up short. As I turned the corner, I paused when I saw her door was slightly ajar. Not common for her. She usually likes her privacy. As I moved closer, I heard voices traveling towards me until I finally stood in the doorway and placed a careful knock on the door.

“Ah, Aurora.” Cosmina said warmly, standing up and motioning for me to enter.

I continued forward, my brows pinched together as I tried to figure out what was going on. As I walked to her, I noticed a woman sitting in one of the chairs across from Cosmina’s desk. Her dress was dark and shiny and she wore a hat that sparkled faintly from the jewels that were sewn into it. On her neck, an even shinier necklace that put all the stars in the sky to shame. She was an elegant women with a catching smile painted red. Her eyes watched me carefully as I approached Cosmina.

Cosmina wrapped an arm around my waist and took my hand into her other one, tilting her head towards the woman with a too tight smile. “This is Ionia Caldwell. Matriarch of the Caldwell family.”

I blinked for a few moments as her words sunk in and her hand tightened around mine painfully, bringing me back to my senses. I gave a polite bow. “My lady.”

“She’s here because there’s been a death amongst her staff.” Cosmina continued.

“I believe you may have known her.” Ionia said, her voice as soft as velvet. “Dalemora.”

I swallowed, my jaw tightening as lifeless eyes flashed in my mind, wincing when I felt the sharp crack of shattered glass underneath my feet. “I did, my lady.”

Her lips pursed as her eyes filled with sadness. “Such a tragic loss for the family. For Baldur’s Gate. They were a blessing to us all.”

“Yes, indeed.” Cosmina added almost too eagerly, a hint of disgust threatening to expose itself at the notion that she may have known Dalemora. As if she wasn’t just another servant to her. “Truly such a loss, but that’s why she’s here.”

Cosmina turned her head towards me, an eerie smile on her face. “The Caldwell staff were responsible for taking care of the gala tonight. Setting up tables, serving guests, all of that.” She waved her hand dismissively. “But with Dalemora gone, they are in desperate need of someone to assist in preparations for tonight. And who better than you?”

I looked back at Cosmina, unsure. “Me?”

She nodded, her grip tightening and her eyes warning. “Who else? Dalemora was your tutor on these things, was she not?”

“I-I suppose, but-“

“Great!” Cosmina said, releasing her grip on me and widening her arms. “Then it’s settled. You shall go and help make sure things are in order for the night.”

“But, my lady, I-“

“Now, now.” Cosmina tutted, her gaze darkening a bit, causing me to look down. “I know you think this is a large responsibility, but I am sure you are more than capable.”

I sighed, feeling my shoulders slump a bit. So much for a break. “Yes, my lady.”

“I shall walk with you.” Ionia said, standing gracefully.

“Oh, that really isn’t necessary, Ionia.” Cosmina pressed, furrowing her brows. “I’m sure she is most capable of finding her way to the High Hall herself.”

“That may be so,” Ionia responded with a quick smile. “But I doubt she will get very far without my express permission.”

Ionia moved towards the door and once her back was turned, Cosmina pushed me forcefully towards her, causing me to stumble a bit as I approached. I kept my eyes down, as was expected of me.

“Besides, I’m interested in hearing more of our dearly departed from someone who knew her.” Her eyes flashed with sadness, going far away. “She was a dear friend.”

I lifted my gaze to hers, feeling a hint of connection at her words. It would be nice to speak about Dalemora with someone else, someone who knew how stubborn she was. It might even help with the guilt I felt.

“Well, by all means.” Cosmina replied, her tone clearly displeased. “I shall see you this evening, Aurora.”

I turned and bowed my head respectfully as the door opened behind me and Ionia stepped into the hallway. I followed suit, giving an apologetic gaze to the staff I passed by. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be going to Elfsong tonight. Instead, I would be stuck with stuffy patriars and snivelling social climbers. I felt a twinge of sadness at the fact, but this was the life given to me, and I had to do whatever it took to make ends meet on all fronts.

We entered into the bustling streets, the air sticky from humidity and the breeze from off the river traveled through the trees and bushes. The smell of cooking meat and flowers filled the air along with the hum of casual conversations and trading. I watched as Ionia’s shiny dress seemed to sparkle now in the sunlight along with her jewels, catching the eye of everyone around us. It shouldn’t be surprising, though. The Caldwells were one of the most wealthy families in all of Baldur’s Gate.

“Staring is quite rude, you know.” Ionia said, her head held high and a delicate smile on her face.

I returned my gaze to the ground, a feeling of embarrassment flooding through me. If Cosmina heard I did anything unseemly whatsoever with this, she would surely punish me, and I didn’t want to be out of commission now. Especially since I was working with someone else to solve a fairly recent plague here. I needed to be useful. I had more questions to ask.

“Apologies, my lady.” I murmured.

She let out a small laugh. “Worry not, my dear. I’m just poking fun.”

I felt a small smile lift my lips but still kept my gaze lowered as we strolled through the streets, the only sound between us being the sounds of footsteps along the cobblestones and chatting happening nearby.

“It is quite a day, isn't it?” She asked, letting out a sigh. “Dalemora always enjoyed taking a stroll out on days like these.”

I lifted my eyes, taking in the sun, the feel of the breeze, the sound of laughter from around us. It was true, she would enjoy a day like today.

“I remember on the first day we met, she brought me a flower from a blooming bush. It was a daffodil. The prettiest flower I had ever seen.” I said wistfully.

“She probably stole it from our gardens.” Ionia returned, leaning in conspiratorially. “She had such a green thumb. Too much, if you ask my husband.”

I smiled. “She did love causing trouble.”

She let out a full laugh. “Indeed she did. I recall her hounding a fisherman because he tried to triple his price on her because he had learned she worked for us. He learned to never do it again after that.”

I turned to watch her face now, a small smile playing on her lips. “She was the one who taught me how to heckle.”

“Oh, that was something she was quite good at.” She replied, flickering her gaze to me in a moment of understanding. “Was able to convince me to do many things I wouldn’t normally do. And I’m grateful to her for that.”

The last bit of her words softened as sadness flashed across her features, a small frown settling there. “I miss her.”

I felt my body tense and my jaw clench at her words. Dalemora never once complained about how the Caldwell’s treated her, and words of their generosity towards those in the city didn’t go amiss. Even though we both were quite different both in station and wealth, I felt a wave of grief and understanding as I walked along with her. Dalemora was more than just a servant to her, she was a friend. And that was something we could understand one another on.

“Me, too.” I replied, returning my gaze to the cobblestones. “She was a good person.”

“Too good for Baldur’s Gate, it seems.” She returned, her voice taking on an edge.

“If it’s any consolation, I think her and her husband are glad to be together, wherever they might be now.”

She furrowed her brows at my words, absorbing them for a moment before giving a nod. “Perhaps that’s a better way to think of it. They did love each other very much.”

We grew closer to the High House now, the large stone building leering in the distance as people moved in and out of the building, carrying various objects inside.

“Or hated each other very much, depending on the day.”

“That’s fair.” She returned with a smile. She brought her gaze over to me, pursing her lips. “She was very proud of you. It’s why I asked for you.”

I felt a sting of tears at her words, the pain of loss ringing dully through my body, but I swallowed, forcing the feeling to go with it. I couldn’t respond, so I didn’t, letting another silence wrap around us until we approached the main door to the High Hall. A Flaming Fist stepped towards me, a deep set frown in his face before his eyes moved over to Ionia and they immediately softened as he gave her a respectable bow.

“Lady, Caldwell.” He greeted.

“This is Aurora from the Sambridge house. She will be assisting with tonights festivities. Do you understand?” Her voice took on an authoritative tone so strong, I imagine it broke many a men will.

He nodded hastily. “Yes, my lady.”

“Good.” She replied curtly, turning a warm gaze to me. She brought her hands up and squeezed my shoulders reassuringly. “I’m sure you will do wonderful tonight, Aurora. I shall look for you.” I swallowed and nodded, watching as she walked away with a moment of hesitation.

“Well, go on then.” The Fist spat. “The gala isn’t gonna sort itself out now, is it?”

I rolled my eyes and turned to glare at him, although he seemed unfazed. I looked towards the heavy wooden doors and sighed, trying to find the strength to make my legs move. To get the job done. To be whatever Cosmina needed me to be so I could do some real good later on. And that was enough to push me towards the doors.

The few days after Dalemora’s death were hard. I found the only way I could make it through was simply focusing on her family and what they would need. She had children, but they were in Elturel and they would take about a ten-day to get here, and that’s once they got the post about her death. The most I could do until they arrived was make sure her body was handled with care and sent off to the graveyard and keep her house safe from any thieves. It was easier said than done, though. I ended up having to ask Mamzell Amira if she could watch over the house for a bit, but it came at a cost, unsurprisingly. Mamzell insisted I continue to perform each night her services were required. I guess I should be grateful all she wanted were performances and nothing more, but still. It wasn’t ideal. So, I was stuck in Rivington for the foreseeable future.

It wasn’t all bad, however, and as it were, I had the most apt distraction. A pale haired man with eyes of a vampire. A man noticeably missing from his darkened corner these last few days. I wondered if he ran off scared after being spotted, or if there was something else. I found it hard not to think of him and what exactly his intentions were. A vampire that kills one of their own and leaves a living, breathing, blood filled person alone. It was odd. He was odd. When the Fists asked about Dalemora’s death, I left him out. He had saved me, after all, and I knew better than to bite the hand that rescues and all that. And I had questions myself that I couldn’t trust the Fists to ask.

Each day, I would go to Mamzell and ask if she had seen him, and each day she would say no, although I knew how easily the woman was bought. Still, I didn’t get any signs of dishonesty from her when I asked. He was smart enough to avoid me, maybe hoping I would calm down, but he was tied to my friend’s death somehow and I would figure it out. It hasn’t gone unnoticed that the murders connected to vampires, at least, have stopped. And with him gone, one can only wonder.

I used the nights questioning people, sticking my hands in pockets of drunk merchants to gather extra payment for my services, and performing all while patiently watching. I couldn’t be sure he would pop back up. Honestly, if he were wise, he would never step foot in Baldur’s Gate ever again, but he didn’t give me the impression that wisdom was his strong suit. He would come back because at the very least, I was a loose end.

It was a slower night, about five days since I had found Dalemora and the man saved me. I was moving throughout the brothel, carrying conversations with the lively locale when my patience was rewarded. There he was, in his familiar corner table by himself, a displeased look on his face and a glare pointed in my direction. I felt a briefest flash of irritation at his appearance. I am not the one who brought you here, sir. A sneer is hardly an appropriate way to greet a new friend or enemy.

I gave him a pointed stare, not offering him my usual pleasant smile as I so often did. I turned to the person who was chattering into my ear and gave them an impolite farewell, my heart racing. This would require tact. Privacy, even. Good thing we were at a brothel.

I moved over to Mamzell Amira by the front counter, my eyes staying glued onto the stranger, his returning the favour. “I think I’m going to take a break.”

Amira said nothing as her eyes followed mine and she let out a hum of approval. “You two need a room?”

I turned to look towards her now, finding her eyes lit with mischief. She was probably wondering how she would profit from this. “If you don’t mind.”

She smirked and reached below the counter, pulling out an old and ornate key. “Here you are. Best room in the house for the best performer.” She leaned forward, her eyes flickering over to the man whose gaze burned into the back of my head. “Enjoy yourself.”

I offered her a half smile, not really feeling up to my usual theatrics. I was mad and I wanted answers, and he would give them to me whether he wanted to or not. “I’ll try.”

I moved away from the counter and went straight for him, masking my irritation as best as I could. He on the other hand, made no such attempt, seemingly displeased I would approach him yet again.

“Astarion, wasn't it?” I cooed too sweetly. “It’s good to see you again.”

He seemed unfazed, a flash of understanding in his eyes as they moved up and down along me, his sneer deepening a bit as they found my gaze again. “Someone’s having a terrible day, it seems.”

My jaw clenched and my lips twitched at his words. “That’s why I’m here. I was hoping you’d be able to help me…relax.”

He let out a scoff, his head shaking as he looked around the room. “Really? That’s what you want?”

I smirked, tilting my head to the side. “More or less.”

“What if I told you I’m not interested, hm?” He leaned forward in his chair, his eyes returning to me with a dangerous glint in them, a deep frown settling on his features.

I leaned forward myself, meeting his gaze without hesitation as I placed my palms along the table’s surface.

“Then perhaps I should tell the Flaming Fists I’ve located the vampire running rampant here.” I threatened, my tone low.

“They wouldn’t believe you.” He shot back, unmoved by my words, his gaze unyielding.

I let out a small laugh, finding his resilience, for lack of a better word, stupid. He didn’t have any options here, and it was funny to me he thought he did.

“Maybe not, but the people here certainly would.” I glanced around the people that filled Sharess’ Caress and then moved back to him. “And they know what you look like. How long do you think it would take before someone here struck you down, hm?”

This time, my threat caused a reaction, his throat bobbing as he swallowed and his jaw working along with his mind. A flicker of hesitation moved in his eyes and his sneer deepened even further before he let out a sigh of defeat and stood. I lifted my body along with him and watched him for a moment. He said nothing, but kept his gaze low, his eyes fading to somewhere that wasn’t here before lifting back up to me expectantly.

I said nothing as I turned on my heel and made my way up the stairs towards the ‘best room in the house’ as Mamzell put it. I had never actually been inside the room, and felt a wave of nerves at the idea of being alone with a vampire in it. If he didn’t kill me then, he certainly had a good opportunity to do it now and nothing could really stop him.

I stopped in front of the door and heard chillingly soft footsteps move next to me. Neither one of us said anything as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The sickeningly sweet smell of rose water and incense filled my nose and I let out a cough from how strong it was. Gods, is this what all the rooms smelled like?

The rest of the room wasn’t so bad. A few candles were lit in the wall sconces and the bed was made with plush, red sheets. A roaring fireplace warmed the room and a plush rug softened my footsteps. A window on the other side of the room showed a decent view of Wyrm’s Crossing and the river. I felt the urge to go to it, to enjoy the view while I could, but then the door closed behind me with a decisive click.

“Alright. Let’s get this over with.” He said dejectedly, his footsteps moving towards me.

Confused, I turned around to face him as he lifted his hand to my face. I felt panic move through me and jumped back, my eyes wide and agitation moving through my body.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” I scolded, my hands instinctively moving to my dagger.

He furrowed his brows, also clearly confused as his hand fell to his side. “Didn’t you say you needed to relax?”

“It was a turn of phrase.” I replied, scoffing as I moved my disgusted and surprised face to look anywhere but him. “I want information. Not…whatever that was.”

He blinked a few times as he absorbed my words, uncertainly radiating off of him for a moment before finally, his own mask slipped into place. The ridiculous smirk was back.

“Ah. Not sure how that will help you relax, but who am I to judge?”

“Save it.” I spat, fury that has been hidden the last few days building up in me. I sneered as I looked at him, unsure of what to make of him. “What are you?”

He rolled his eyes, moving over to a bookshelf near the fireplace and idly flitting through the pages. “I thought you’d already figured it out.”

“I’m not sure.” I admitted, feeling unease at his casualness. “If you really are a vampire, then you don’t make sense.”

He jutted his lips out in response, keeping his gaze down at the book. “Not the most insulting thing anyone's ever said to me.”

I stepped towards him angrily, slamming the book shut and tossing it to the floor, his gaze following the motion.

“Well, that wasn’t very polite.” He began.

“Did you kill her?” I asked, wincing as my voice shook from the anger that burned through me.

He brought his eyes to me, a hint of sadness and shame in them before looking down. “No.”

“Then who did?” I pushed, my heart pounding against my chest.

“Believe me, you don’t want to know.” He said, almost softly.

“No.” I protested, my voice shaking as the emotions swirled inside me like a tidal wave. “You don’t get to do that. My friend is dead.”

“I know.” He murmured, lifting his gaze up me, his eyes understanding. “And…I’m sorry. But it’s taken care of.”

My lips curled in confusion. “Taken care of?”

“Don’t you remember? I killed the vampire.” He replied, almost in disbelief that I would question him. “You were there, weren't you?”

“Why do you care, exactly? Why kill another vampire?”

He pursed his lips. “I have been told that’s what a so called ‘good person’ does. I don’t really get the appeal, but it’s a new thing I’m trying.” I leaned back, crossing my arms, not believing his story. “You’re trying to be good?”

“Is it truly so hard to believe?” He asked innocently. Too innocently. There was more to his story. Something he was hiding.

“You’re lying.” I said pointedly, scanning his face for a reaction.

His casual smirk held firm, but his eyes, for all they see, they certainly do give much away. And this time they gave way to a slightest flicker of…guilt.

“What are you? The Gatekeeper of Good?” He retorted. “I’m trying to be more than I am and all that.” He waved his hand dismissively

I tilted my head, slowly beginning to circle around him like a predator would prey. He furrowed his brows and followed me, never leaving his back to me.

“What are you doing?” He asked, worry evident in his tone.

“You know what I think?” I asked sweetly, ignoring his question. “I think you are tied to these other vampires and bear some responsibility for all of this death.”

“I haven’t killed anyone.” A pause. “Well, anyone who wasn’t already dead, that is.”

I lifted a skeptical gaze to meet his, stopping. “But you are tied to them, no?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Not anymore, no.”

“Not anymore?” I repeated, causing him to widen his eyes a moment and open his mouth before quickly shutting it. He let out a sigh and squeezed his eyes shut as he brought his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Gods, you’re infuriating.” He mumbled.

“It’s one of my better traits.” I replied brightly, unable to hide my smugness.

“Yes, alright.” He moved his hand and looked back to me, an annoyed expression on his face. “They come from the same settlement as me. I’m here to stop them.”

His answer opened to door to so many other questions. Settlement? What settlement? Where was it? He said they, as in many. How many vampires are actually here?

“Gods, I can practically hear your head working from all the way over here.” He groaned. “You got lucky once. You won’t get lucky again.”

I furrowed my brows in offence, this sounding sneakily close to a challenge. “I’m offended you think this has anything to do with luck.”

He raised his hands in exasperation. “It was a simple slip of the tongue. Nothing more. And certainly not because of your interrogation tactics. I’ve seen kobolds question with better tact than you.”

I raised my finger towards him. “You’re trying to change the subject, but I’m not going to let you. You mentioned a settlement. Where is it?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s far away from here. That’s all you need to know.” He replied curtly.

“If it’s so far away, then why are you here in Baldur’s Gate?”

“Because we are from Baldur’s Gate.” He stated as if the answer was obvious.

“We?” I asked softly, furrowing my brows. “How many of you are there?”

He moved his hands from his hips to motioning vaguely as he contemplated an answer. “A…few.”

I raised my eyebrows, unimpressed. “A few?”

“What exactly do you want from me?” He spat, a frown moving along his face. “Just as you’re protecting your home, I have to protect mine.”

“I’m just trying to figure out if I want to help you or not.” I spat back.

His eyes widened as an amused smile played on his lips and then he began laughing. It was so loud, so shocking, and so terrible that it made me jump from the ferocity of it. He bent down and placed his hands on his knees as his shoulders lifted with each laugh. Normally, I would be thrilled to make a stick in the mud like Astarion laugh, but the context of his laughter made it rather insulting.

“I don’t recall saying anything funny.” I grumbled, crossing my arms petulantly.

He continued laughing for a few more seconds before coming up, his chest still heaving. “It might just be the funniest thing you’ve ever said.” He took a few more moments to collect himself, a smile still on his lips as he returned his eyes to me. “You won’t be helping, darling.”

“From where I stand, I’m already in this.” I answered earnestly. “What we are debating about now is whether or not you’ll be helpful or a hindrance.”

“You don’t even know what you’re up against.” He returned incredulously. “It isn’t a problem for you to involve yourself with.”

My body tightened as his words hit me. I remembered the sticky feeling of Dalemora’s blood on my hands, the blankness of her eyes, her shattered home. I remember her pain before her death, how she lost her husband. How no one believed her. How…I didn’t believe her. I had to fix it. If there was still a problem, I would fix it.

“They killed her.” I said darkly, my hands balled into fists. “I don’t know who to blame, but I’m not stupid. It wasn’t just the one vampire. If that were the case, someone like you wouldn’t care and certainly wouldn’t be here.”

“Well, that might be the most offensive thing anyone’s ever said to me.” He quipped, but it only deepened my frown and my irritation and overall annoyance with him.

“Hinderance it is, then.” I said decisively, reaching from my dagger but cold hands gripped tightly on my wrists and a heated glare met mine. “Let. Go.” I said through bared teeth.

“So you can stab me?” He asked, voice low. “I’ll have to decline. Besides, that tiny little thing would barely even scratch me, much less kill me.”

“If that’s true, then what are you so worried about?” I purred, attempting to yank my wrist free, but he placed his other hand on me and spun me around to where my arms were along my back, his hands constraining my wrists like rope.

“Well, obviously I’m worried about my looks.” He murmured into my ear. “I’ve got a lot going on here, darling.”

I continued to pull at my arms to set them free but he had a pretty strong grip on them. My mind raced as I thought about action plans. He reached his hand down and quickly pulled out my dagger from it sheath, giving it a toss to the other side of the room.

“Now, are you quite finished?” He asked, sounding annoyed.

“Not by a long shot.” I hissed.

He let out a sigh. “What exactly are you trying to achieve here?”

I paused at his question, my movements stopping and my chest heaving. Obviously, it was because he wouldn’t let me help. In fact, I am convinced he would actively impede anything I tried to do to avenge Dalemora. But I couldn’t deny that all the rage I had felt from her death boiled over now. It may have been a slight overreaction to want to kill him just because he was sassy, but he didn’t need to know that.

Astarion’s grip on me loosened just slightly enough at my pause, but I knew that the second I moved, he would tighten them again, but this was good. His guard was down. After a beat of silence, I slid my foot behind me towards his legs, the motion knocking him off balance, but bringing me down with him. The impact loosened his grip enough though that I was able to get a hand free and dig it into my boot where I kept a spare knife for assholes just like this. As he moved to hold me down again, I brought the knife up to his neck, a threatening glare in my eye. He widened his eyes in amusement, leaning back as I pressed the blade to his throat with his hands held up in surrender.

I moved to sit up and sit closer to him, lifting my chin in my success, keeping the blade firm in my hands in case he tried to do anything with it.

“I’m helping.” I murmured, bringing the knife to move through his hair. “Unless you want a really, really close haircut.”

He breathed out a small, disbelieving laugh. “You won’t let this go, will you?”

“No.” I said with a shake of my head.

He nodded, his eyes squinting as he tried to read me. “Fine. I suppose you could be useful finding them.”

I offered him a smug, victorious smile and flipped my blade in my hand, placing it back into my boot. “Smart choice.”

“Intelligence is one of my better traits, as you put it.”

I rolled my eyes, moving to stand up and dust myself off. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He quickly stood up himself, his head tilting a bit as he looked at me with a too perfect smile. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Care to elaborate?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

His smirk widened to a devious grin. “No. I don’t think I will.”

“Great.” I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand. It wouldn’t be easy working with him, but I had to to avenge Dalemora and protect my home. As I stood, a clock in the room began tolling, catching my attention. Shit. It was late. “I have to go.”

I didn’t bother giving him an explanation as I hurried towards the door, but I heard his quick footsteps follow behind.

“Go? Just when we were getting close, hm?”

I rolled my eyes, moving down the stairs with a quick pace and pausing at the landing just before we entered into the main area, conversations lilting in the air. I turned to look at him, noting his semi-wild appearance. He furrowed his brows as I scanned over him.

“You should make your hair more messy.” I reported, moving my own hands through my hair and flipping it wildly. I slapped my cheeks lightly to give them a flush and pressed into my lips to make them swell a bit. As I did, Astarion looked at me like I was a wild animal spotted in the heart of Baldur’s Gate.

“And why would I do that?” He asked, keeping a disturbed look on his face.

“People need to think we were up there sleeping with each other.” I whispered, leaning closer to him. “Mamzell Amira notices everything, and if she thinks for even a split second that we did anything other than that, she will start asking questions. Which I’m guessing you don’t want.”

He watched as I finished making myself look flustered, his lips curled in disgust. But after I gave him a pointed gaze he sighed dramatically and ran a hand sporadically through his hair.

“Gods, it’ll take me all night to fix this.” He complained, but he at least looked somewhat acceptable. Not all of us were born to be performers, I suppose.

“Alright, go ahead and walk out. I’ll be here in a few days and we can talk more details then.”

“A few days?” He noted, tilting his head. “Why not tomorrow?”

“I’m busy.” I replied flatly. “Now, go.”

He smirked, but didn’t press further, moving down the stairs and into the main area. I let out an exhale and placed my hands on my knees as I tried to gather myself. Dealing with Astarion was like dealing with a toddler except far less fun and whimsical. It took a lot of energy from me simply interacting with him and I wondered if I would be able to see this through with him at the helm, but the the sound of glass cracking underneath my feet filled my ears and the aching in my chest from the grief filled me and I knew that as long as I held onto that, I would see this through, despite having to deal with a man as…trying as Astarion.

I lifted myself back up and placed my mask back on, moving into Sharess’ Caress.