Peta Pledges Her Cleavage Allegiance |best| ✧ (REAL)

The air in the Grand Foyer of the Diamond Sovereign’s palace was thick with the scent of jasmine and ambition. Ladies in waiting, duchesses, and foreign dignitaries lined the crimson carpet, their eyes fixed on the throne where the Sovereign lounged, bored, picking at a plate of candied figs.

And she had found her weapon.

“And what do you want in return for this… thoracic devotion?” the Sovereign asked. peta pledges her cleavage allegiance

Peta smiled, slow and sure. “Only the right to stand close enough to use it. When the assassin’s blade comes, let my heart be your shield. When the poison is poured, let my instincts be your taster. You have a thousand people who would die for you from a distance, Your Magnificence. I am the only one asking to die against you.” The air in the Grand Foyer of the

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. “And what do you want in return for

Peta didn’t care. Her cleavage, warm and steady, thrummed with victory. The pledge was made. The game had just begun.

“My ears, my hands, my mind, and my voice are yours,” she declared. “But these?” She gestured to the smooth, alabaster curve of skin above her heart. “These I pledge anew.”