Here council nodded, but the queen did not travel on mere horseback. Though they also did not herald her comings and goings with trumpet and flare. The queen's carriage could be be described as a rolling bastion and harem all its own. The harem culture of her people was strong, and while a champion or strapping solider might be able to work himself between the queen's legs with great elan, why should the sun of all things travel alone? The great carriage was pulled by orc warhorses. Men with spears took up guard.<br/><br/>Morrigan sat topless in the carriage opposite a almost equally scantily clad Ileosa. Her champion unarmored and a few female slaves of the orc and harpy variety sat utterly nude. Thorain for his part looked uncomfortable, but that was because her champion had been working hard and had not yet been invited to lie with his patron and queen. Morrigan fanned herself but didn't comment on the big strapping Thorain's blush. All men came to the delights of the feminine in their own way, and he was blessed more than most.<br/><br/>Ileosa had made good on his promise and Thorain had his own harem of sorts, but these were not just large tits and wide hips for him to hump to oblivion, no. It was a retinue of the most exemplary female fighters of every constituent race of the Korsovan Sun Kingdom. While he was not master in the strictest since, being male. They were charged with helping her champion in his explorations and duties. Nor would any of them fuss about having him as a bedtime companion... but only once he was properly inducted.<br/><br/>Tomorrow they would leave the safety of the eastern Coalition lands for the unexplored lands beyond. Even the queen's vision did not stretch far into this blackness as exploration had been pulled to other areas. Idly the champion snuggled up to his queen sweetly. He knew he wasn't the first man she'd lain with, but that was only seen as a good thing in the culture. Experience was desirable. Sex was holy, and she was the holiest of all things. No one questioned why the queen seemed most curious in the most macabre of the leads, but it was her choice to make. After several hours of travel the caravan came to a stop for the night at an allied fort. They would stay in the carriage or around it though. Thorain for his part did slip off to the baths alone, or mostly alone. Their was a covert trail of beautiful women taking up points to keep their queen's most-favorite male safe.<br/><br/>Morrigan looked at the queen, "He's really very sweet, gives no question to the potions I make him drink. He wants to be perfect for you." She smiled stroking a harpy's feathers in passing. "I promise he is the most perfect Korsovan male just for you... your champion is such in all realms, yes?" She smiled coyly and left to stretch her legs. As skilled and mature as Ileosa seemed in her rule as queen Morrigan seemed to pick up on the almost puckish delight with which the queen sought delight and entertainment.