Her Cleavage Allegiance - Peta Pledges

Then the Sovereign laughed—a real, unguarded laugh that startled the court more than the pledge itself. “Rise, Peta. Your allegiance is… accepted.”

A titter ran through the crowd. Lord Valerius, the Master of Whispers, choked on his wine. The Sovereign’s eyebrow arched, a flicker of genuine amusement crossing their angular face. peta pledges her cleavage allegiance

The Sovereign leaned forward. The court fell silent. This was either the rise of a genius or the fall of a fool. Then the Sovereign laughed—a real, unguarded laugh that

Peta didn’t care. Her cleavage, warm and steady, thrummed with victory. The pledge was made. The game had just begun. Lord Valerius, the Master of Whispers, choked on his wine

“Precisely,” Peta said, stepping closer. She was not flaunting; she was offering. “You have generals for your armies, spymasters for your shadows, and accountants for your gold. But who guards the heart’s antechamber? Who holds the loyalty that cannot be bought, but must be felt ?”

A long, delicious pause.