Inspect the royal sluts.

"Enough." You say forcefully. Gently pushing Calpernia and Morrigan off your cock.

Rising to your feet, you beckon for them to follow you past the rows of occupied stockades, each containing a plaything you'd taken from the so-called Herald of Andraste.

You came to a stop at the very end of the hall. Nearest to the door were the two most notable of the slaves you'd acquired. Celene, former Empress of Orlais, and Anora, the captured Queen of Ferelden.

Though similar in build and their former stations, the two royals had been faring rather differently as slaves to your will.

Celene, despite her reputation as a ruler of strength, had almost entirely broken. It was easy to see why. Once you'd taken Skyhold, one of your first acts had been to free Florianne de Chalons from the bonds the oafish Inquisitor had **** on her. After a period of... contrition for her failures, you had sent the Duchess west, a sizeable host of Venatori and darkspawn at her back.

Armed with myriad secrets looted from the flame-haired spymaster's files, your combined forces had flooded into Val Royeaux. Quickly taking the city, you decreed Florianne would be installed as Empress, to command your forces in Orlais. Now your armies spread across that decadent and foolish land, cutting down the nobles as they fell to bickering and infighting almost as quickly. As they went, your forces made sure to obliterate any mention of the Maker, replacing it with a monument to your glory. (The land's new religion, according to the new Empress' first decree.)

Unsurprisingly, hearing news of your conquests had quite the effect on Celene. Where once she'd possessed almost as much fight as her Fereldan counterpart, hearing of darkspawn sweeping through city after city had nearly broken her will. Most of the time, she did what you told her to, without any need for the compulsion of the Inquisitor's throne.

Queen Anora, on the other hand, was proving to be more resilient...

Having ruled that cramped, sodden nation for nearly fifteen years, perhaps it was just that the wench was slow to give up any power.

As defiant as her people were known to be, Anora continously insisted this was not her fate. That your armies would be beaten back, that Skyhold could be retaken and her, along with your small selection of prisoners, could be rescued.

Soon you would show her just how deluded such sentiments were.

As your gaze turned from ruined Empress to defiant monarch and back, Calpernia crawled in front of you, once again beginning to worship your cock.