[Daria hadn’t spoken about it to anyone. Not in years. Not since she met Her. But then she paid the price for getting involved.

What was she afraid of? Daria couldn’t look Astarion in the eye, trying very hard to not shrink her body in the fetal position. Even if this felt real. In reality, everyone was dead. Even her technically. She made sure of that fact. There was just a severe dissociation in her eyes, going back to a time when she wished for real unmoving death in the night.]

I was the unwanted child of a family of politicians. Once my pretty little sister was born, they had no use for me. She had the looks, the perks, and the uncanny ability to draw a crowd. So she was the golden goose and I was the loose end they couldn’t just kill or someone would find out.