Peta Pledges Her Cleavage Allegiance !exclusive! Instant

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.

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

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? 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. She rose, the velvet whispering against the marble

She was not the richest, nor the most powerful, nor the most beautiful. But she was, as the court whispered, the most dedicated . Her mission, self-appointed and ruthlessly pursued, was singular: to become the Sovereign’s most indispensable confidante.

At the foot of the throne stood Peta.