A long, delicious pause.
“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. peta pledges her cleavage allegiance
Peta didn’t care. Her cleavage, warm and steady, thrummed with victory. The pledge was made. The game had just begun. A long, delicious pause
“And what do you want in return for this… thoracic devotion?” the Sovereign asked. Instead, she placed a hand on the plunging
“Your… cleavage allegiance?” the Sovereign asked, drawling the words as if tasting a strange new fruit.
She knelt, the velvet pooling around her. “From this day forward, every beat beneath this bodice is a drum march for you. Every sigh, every sharp intake of breath when you enter a room, is a salute. My loyalty doesn’t reside in my head, where doubt can fester. It lives here.” She tapped the hollow of her throat. “And I have decided it will die here, for you, before it ever whispers a disloyal word.”
“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.”