Later in the evening...

You finish the day's work by going over a few boring military reports brought over to you by Cullen, your Commander who oversaw all military operations. It's a little boring but Morrigan's mouth perpetually wrapped around your dick made it more tolerable.

By nightfall the throne room had been set up for a royal dinner. Long-tables lined down the entire hall with fine white tablecloth were carefully placed by your staff. You yourself make sure that the finer silverware was being used tonight. After all, the dinner guest was the Queen of Ferelden! Candles are lit; plates are set and soon the room smelled of hot food.

Queen Anora was escorted into the throne room wearing a formal evening dress; her face now perfectly cleaned since your meeting with her this afternoon. You hear that Queen Anora actually began as a commoner which you find hard to believe as she not only dressed royally, but acted perfectly royal as well.

You kiss her hand, "Your majesty. It is an honour to have you dine with us this evening. I hope your room is to your liking?".

Anora kisses the tip of your cock in return, "the room is very adequate Inquisitor and thank you again for the hospitality. I am sure the King will hear that you have been a most gracious host", she tells you.

You continue having small-talk with the Queen, leading her to her seat. The evening continues with feast; merriment and quite a few toasts. Visiting dignitaries and diplomats that were here today were surely counting their lucky stars that they got to dine with the Queen of Ferelden tonight. There was good music, food and the throne room certainly felt warmer from the company it had.

"Inquisitor", she addresses you, putting her hand on yours. "You're working very hard for our people. Closing the rifts and fighting the demons that plague our lands. Please, is there anything I can do to be of assistance?".

"Your Majesty, I could never-", you retort. However, the Queen cuts you off.

"Inquisitor. I am granting you a royal favour. I would be insulted if you did not accept. So please, tell what it is you need", she tells you. Well, if she insists, who were you to refuse a Queen's favour?

You scratch your chin for a moment pondering and answer, "Well my Queen... there is this one thing..."