“I cannot make you look like a queen if you squirm around like a girl preparing for her first dancing lesson.” Tarraquin glared at the little man with his shears in one hand and pins stuck to a pad on the other like the back of a prickle pig. “Don’t call me that. Until I sit on the throne with the crown of Leersland on my head I’m just Tarraquin, pretender heir to my father’s kingdom and wanted outlaw.” “Just so,” muttered the tailor, lifting the breast support slightly and inserting another p...in to keep it in place. “But if you don’t want to look like a peasant you need to keep still whilst I raise your breasts enough so that the royal seal nestles in your cleavage just right and proclaims your right to the title of, Your Majesty.” He pushed the right breast upwards, secured the support with another pin and stepped back to admire the effect. “Damn, that looks good,” announced Malingar. “Nobody will miss the royal seal displayed on that neck.” “Not unless someone severs it,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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