Allegiance - Peta Pledges Her Cleavage

“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.”

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

“And what do you want in return for this… thoracic devotion?” the Sovereign asked. peta pledges her cleavage allegiance

At the foot of the throne stood Peta.

A long, delicious pause.

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.”

Peta smiled, slow and sure. “Only the right to stand close enough to use it. When the assassin’s blade comes, let my heart be your shield. When the poison is poured, let my instincts be your taster. You have a thousand people who would die for you from a distance, Your Magnificence. I am the only one asking to die against you.” “My ears, my hands, my mind, and my

The Sovereign leaned forward. The court fell silent. This was either the rise of a genius or the fall of a fool.