[Trespasser] Go to the Council Chamber.

Heaving yourself out of your carriage, you wrap the thin chain around your hand and give it an expectant tug.

Knowing your meaning, Calpernia climbs out of the carriage and adopts the position.

As you head to the Council Chamber, Calpernia crawls alongside you on her hands and knees. You're always susprised with how well she's taken her return to a life of slavery. Although, even with your tendency to get a little rough during a face-fucking, you doubt you're anywhere near as brutal as a Tevinter Magister.

As you head up the stone steps and into the Winter Palace, you delight at all the intrigued looks you and your pet recieve. With any luck, perhaps you'll even start another fad, just like when you inadvertantly invented the dance craze of 9:41 Dragon.

Yanking on the collared mage's chain, you quicken your pace and enter the Council Chambers.

It's a vast room, with a set of low tables where the Inquisition will sit, set before a high and looming desk for the Council of Heralds. Were you the savior of Thedas or a common criminal on trial?, you wonder, spitting on the floor as you look on disapprovingly.

The chamber is currently empty, save for you, Calpernia and a familiar face.

"Ah, ze 'erald of Andraste." Mother Giselle says in that thick Orlesian accent of hers as she approaches you. "So good to see you made it to our Council."

When she reaches you, The older woman kneels and plants a kiss on your cockhead.

While she would never have been your first choice when it came to a blowjob, it's been years since you've seen any of your old playmates from Skyhold, so the Revered Mother will do in a pinch.

Grabbing the top of her habit, you thrust your cock into the cleric's mouth, making her take more and more of your length until your messy pubes are tickling her stately, dignified face.

After a few moments inside her mouth, you release Giselle. She withdraws and coughs. Clearly that was a new experience for her.

For a Chantry mother past her prime, she honestly wasn't bad. She was lacking when compared against a cocksleeve of Calpernia's experience, but who wouldn't be?

"I 'ad no idea you missed me that much, 'erald." Mother Giselle says blankly, clearing her throat. Thanks to the magic within your blood, she'd shrugged off your oral invasion as a mere exuberant greeting.

You spend the next fifteen minutes or so catching up with the Revered Mother. When you're talking, she goes down on your fuckmeat. When it's Giselle's turn to talk, Calpernia takes over for her.

You tell each other how you've been, she fills you in on how Leliana's tenure as Divine has been going (Hint: She opts for **** rather a lot more than any woman who sat the Sunburst Throne before her.) and encourages you to let go of your power during the Council.

"You may also be interested to know that some of your former companions have arrived at Halamshiral to support you." Mother Giselle informs you, pre-cum leaking out of the corner of her mouth.

You wonder if the Revered Mother feels overdressed. There she is, in her conservative Chantry habit, whereas Calpernia is wearing nothing but a collar and a few feet of chain, and you're wearing nothing but Calpernia's mouth around your shaft.

"Really?" You heart leaps in your chest. Of course, between the pain of the Mark, and your extremely unhealthy lifestyle, it's been doing that a lot on it's own lately.

Still, the thought of seeing Cassandra, Vivienne and Sera again... This could prove to be quite the reunion.

"Oui. Ser Tethras has been here for about a week, and others have been arriving since. I believe Varric has spent most of the last two years in Kirkwall."

"I'd also advise you meet with the representatives of Ferelden and Orlais." Giselles says. "While you've had relations with Briala in the past, it never hurts to reaffirm that connection."

Oh, something would get reaffirmed, you were sure.

"Arlessa Isolde is somewhat less known to me." Giselle confesses. "Though an Orlesian native, she's spent much of her time in Ferelden."

"Know thy enemy, I suppose." You shrug.

"A warlike sentiment, but perhaps a wise one." Giselle admits. "And I'm sure it goes without saying, Divine Victoria would be happy to entertain you privately before the Council begins."

That sounded like a plan, you thought.

Excusing yourself, you strode back out of the Council Chamber, your faithful pet Calpernia at your side.