Get the caravan ready! We're leaving Skyhold.

"Josephine, tell the caravan I'll be down in a moment", you tell her. You wipe your cock in Morrigan's hair before standing up.

Your ambassador approaches, kisses the tip of your cock and then leaves. Morrigan turns in your bed and says, "while you're gone, I'll keep the influence of your magic going as long as I can. As you have commanded of course", in her usual sultry voice. You dress in your finest clothes, (still going pantsless) and head out the door. Staying behind would be Morrigan, Cullen, whoever you assigned to be public cock-slaves and a few others. The caravan was small but would still need to appear powerful.

When you come outside, the caravan was as you needed it to be and more. Your throne was in a well-adorned wagon being pulled by two armored battle nugs. They were large, loyal creatures. They were big and tough like oxen but moved as quickly as the fastest horses. Without a word, you take a seat upon your throne. In the wagon seat in front your throne was Cassandra. The female seeker was wearing the dress you had given her with a large fur cloak to keep her warm. The plunging cleavage and barely covered ass were all there as you expected them to be... she still looked embarrassed about wearing such womanly clothes though.

There was a second carriage behind yours which Leliana, Josephine and Vivienne would ride in and pulled by black horses. There were some armored soldiers on foot and some friends of yours on horseback as well. A bannerman who was carrying a large flag with the symbol of the inquisition took the forefront.

"We ride!", you shout. The drivers cracks the reigns and the caravan starts to move. Next stop? Val Royeaux, capital city of Orlais and where the grand ball would be held.