Depart for the Winter Palace!

"Tell the caravan I'll be down shortly," you respond, cleaning your cock with Morrigan's hair.

With a formal bow, Lelaina exits the room while you as clumsily roll out of your oversized bed. Stepping out onto the balcony, you take a second to admire the natural beauty of the rising sun cresting over the Frostbacks before, with a soft moan, you begin relieving yourself off the side.

Shaking it off, you return to the chambers. Despite everyone in the courtyard waiting on you, you take your sweet time picking out an outfit (still no pants) worthy of meeting the Empress. While brushing your teeth, you notice your pet witch beginning to stir. As you've commanded, Morrigan will stay behind at Skyhold to maintain your throne's influence while you're away.

Receiving your goodbye kiss on the cock from the sultry witch, you make your way downstairs. Like every morning since you arrived at Skyhold, you spent most of the daily descent from your tower wishing whoever designed this castle with endless staircases a swift kick to the backside.

Finally, albeit a bit winded, you reach the courtyard to find the caravan packed and ready to go.

The Blowjob Throne sits high atop your ornate lead carriage saddled to two Albino battle nugs. Behind them, there is the second smaller carriage that Leliana, Vivienne and Cassandra will be sharing being pulled by a team of black horses. Your luggage, along with the food and supplies heads up the rear in the supply cart. The entire caravan is flanked on either side by a regiment of armored soldiers in freshly-polished armor led by Blackwall on horseback while at the front, a team of bannerman hoists the row of flags bearing the Inquisition sigil.

Your date Josephine waits by the lead carriage, already dressed in the outfit you picked for her. As expected, the skimpy outfit leaves little to the imagination, her scanty purple top barely able to contain the Antivan's ample breasts while her golden thong all but exposes her perky ass.

If Josephine is bothered by her whorish attire, she hides it well. Ever the constant professional, the diplomat is circling the wagons with her ledger in hand, double or possibly triple-checking everything on her list before she eventually peers up to see you standing there with a smirk.

"Inquisitor, you're right on time." she greets, gingerly dropping to her knees in front of you to kiss your cock, her garish lipstick smudging your shaft. "We're ready to depart on your signal."

"Shall we then?" you ask, pulling the Antivan beauty to her feet before offering her your arm.

You climb into the carriage, plopping ass-first onto the cushioned seat with an impressive thud followed by Josephine who in contrast lowers her rear down daintily into the seat opposite you.

Despite your first impressions from the outside, the carriage's interior is surprisingly spacious, sporting plenty of legroom and hidden amenities. Opening a small compartment in the ceiling, you reveal a mini-bar stocked with snacks and several bottles of your favorite Antivan wine.

"Where did you say you acquired this carriage again, Lady Josephine?" you ask curiously.

"At Grand Duchess Florianne's estate auction..." Josie answers, admiring the plush leather seats. "She might have been a traitorous bitch but she certainly had impeccable tastes for carriages."

"I'll say," you smirk, looking around. There's no doubt you'll be traveling in style on this trip. With that, you poke your head out of the carriage window and signal to Cassandra at the helm.

"We ride!" Cassandra shouts, right next to the driver's ear. The startled driver cracks the reins, sending the battle nugs charging forward as your massive carriage teeters out of the courtyard and across the rickety wooden drawbridge leading out of Skyhold.

Next stop? Halamshiral, home of the Winter Palace where Empress Celene's ball is to be held!