Peta Pledges Her Cleavage Allegiance Here

“Your Magnificence,” Peta said, her voice a silken purl that cut through the court’s murmur. She did not bow. Instead, she placed a hand on the plunging neckline of her gown of midnight velvet. It was a calculated gesture, theatrical and absurd, yet delivered with the gravity of a high priestess at an altar.

A long, delicious pause.

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. peta pledges her cleavage allegiance