Peta Pledges Her Cleavage Allegiance [95% GENUINE]

She rose, the velvet whispering against the marble. And as she took her place at the Sovereign’s right hand, a whisper slithered through the court: Did she just win, or sign her death warrant?

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.

The Sovereign leaned forward. The court fell silent. This was either the rise of a genius or the fall of a fool. peta pledges her cleavage allegiance

“Your… cleavage allegiance?” the Sovereign asked, drawling the words as if tasting a strange new fruit.

“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.” She rose, the velvet whispering against the marble

At the foot of the throne stood Peta.

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

“And what do you want in return for this… thoracic devotion?” the Sovereign asked.