“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.”
“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 ?” peta pledges her cleavage allegiance
A long, delicious pause.
“Your… cleavage allegiance?” the Sovereign asked, drawling the words as if tasting a strange new fruit. “My ears, my hands, my mind, and my
And she had found her weapon.
The Sovereign leaned forward. The court fell silent. This was either the rise of a genius or the fall of a fool. She was not flaunting; she was offering