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.
“Your… cleavage allegiance?” the Sovereign asked, drawling the words as if tasting a strange new fruit. peta pledges her cleavage allegiance
“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 was not the richest, nor the most
And she had found her weapon.