She rose, the velvet whispering against the marble. And as she took her place at the Sovereign’s right hand, a whisper slithered through the court: Did she just win, or sign her death warrant?
“And what do you want in return for this… thoracic devotion?” the Sovereign asked. peta pledges her cleavage allegiance
Then the Sovereign laughed—a real, unguarded laugh that startled the court more than the pledge itself. “Rise, Peta. Your allegiance is… accepted.” She rose, the velvet whispering against the marble
And she had found her weapon.
The air in the Grand Foyer of the Diamond Sovereign’s palace was thick with the scent of jasmine and ambition. Ladies in waiting, duchesses, and foreign dignitaries lined the crimson carpet, their eyes fixed on the throne where the Sovereign lounged, bored, picking at a plate of candied figs. Then the Sovereign laughed—a real, unguarded laugh that