His Highness Male Consort Novelas e Histórias

"Your Highness , the His Highness the Emperor had summon you in his study." Prince Sunwoo put his own royal sword on its sheath that was tied on his waist then he fix his crumpled clothes and he walked to the study, following behind him is a trail of servants. He is the only Son of the Emperor and the Empress while he had two brothers from the two Imperial consorts, while his father had almost 10 concubines. First Imperial Consort Mia is Second Prince Haii's mother. While second Imperial Consort Pleng was The third Prince Tong's mother.

With his current situation, he needed as many supporters as he could - so even if Minister He was a grade two minister, he will be willing to take his support! As soon as he asked this to his guard, a slightly lethargic yet arrogant voice came from the main entrance “ preparations? Which preparations are you talking about Prime minister Shen ?” Immediately following this voice was a shrill feminine voice “ His highness Seventh Prince and Sixth prince have arrived !” Everyone’s mind in the Shen mansion blew up. Seventh prince? Sixth prince? These two venerable deities came to their humble mansion?

he declared proudly. "Wouldn't that make you King?" Confusion riddled my features as I raised a brow in his direction. "Not exactly," he scrubbed a tattooed hand over his stubble-coated jaw, "King consort I guess." His mate held the higher ranking. This meant, his mate held a higher ranking than Victor and yet he still chose to do what he did, fuck the consequences. I leveled Victor with a chilling glare, "What if something happens to you because you took away the memories of your actual motherfucking Queen?"

"So what if she likes him? Infatuation is a fleeting feeling. Once they live together, discontent might set in. It's important to choose a consort who is truly remarkable." "A consort may hold a nominal position, but he won't be able to be a high-ranking official. What matters is that he and Kiera are genuinely in love." Helen remained uncomfortable with the situation. "Look at how well the Quinton family's daughters have fared with the princes. They're from the main branch of the family."

"You were tangled up with your best friend the whole time, and you're questioning me? And that wasn't a fight. I dumped you! I told you then, we were done." Vincent slipped an arm around me, looking entirely satisfied. "You heard her," he said. "Stay out of our way. Don't be an eyesore." Hendrick looked toward his parents again, searching for help. Neither of them responded. To them, a successor could be flawed, even foolish, but not someone who let himself be played so easily. Someone like that would only ruin everything. Cutting him off early was the safer choice. In the end, with Vincent by my side, I picked out a new wedding dress.

"The Southern Alphas do not recognize this 'Consort.' They see a girl who has been manipulated by a rogue. My Alphas demand that the Queen set aside this rebel and accept a proper suitor from the Great Southern Houses to ensure a 'pure' bloodline." Félix let out a short, sharp laugh—a sound that was pure, dangerous rebellion. "Pure? You mean a puppet. You want a King you can control so you can treat the North like your personal hunting ground." He stepped toward Julian, his emerald aura flaring until it was a blinding shield. "I am the First Consort. I am the Mate of the White Queen. And I am the father of the heirs of this mountain. If your Alphas want to 'set me aside,' tell them to come a

“I have avoided interfering in your household affairs.” She folded her hands calmly. “But heirs are a matter of the realm.” Her eyes settled thoughtfully on several young noblewomen seated nearby. “The daughters of Lord Harrington and Duke Whitmore have both been raised with impeccable manners.” She paused. “Perhaps it is time they were invited to join your household.” A ripple of astonishment spread through the hall. “In due course,” the Queen Consort concluded smoothly, “the Crown Prince’s residence will welcome them.” The meaning was unmistakable. The court had just witnessed the Crown Princess lose control of her own marriage.

Evidently, I had been the only one out of the loop in the entire mansion. Thinking of the tragic deaths I suffered in my previous two timelines, my gaze grew colder. “Naturally. His Majesty has already bestowed upon me the title of consort to the Crown Prince. The wedding is to take place shortly. “General Murray, I’m afraid I cannot continue playing along with this charade any longer.” Rio narrowed his eyes. His expression darkened. “Reverie Savoy, you are nothing but a spy. His Majesty would only sentence you to death! “If you reconsider your choice now, I might still spare your life!”

Ethan answered. "It's about the royal consort. We wish that she is promoted to the Luna position while Princess Theadora steps down. As we all know, the royal consort is currently pregnant and expecting your child who would become our heir someday. We wouldn't want the child to be tagged as illegitimate. We plead that you upgrade the consort's status." One of them explained it completely. "I hope you're not offended, your majesty, we only want what's best for the Kingdom." "Princess Theadora was married into this kingdom as our Luna and my mate. Her position as Luna stands if she bears me a child or not." Ethan declared briefly.

My grandfather, a figure of authority and respect, stepped forward, demanding attention and bringing the room back to order. With a deliberate pause, he spoke, his voice resonating with a sense of gravity and importance. He announced that I, Miranda, to the surprise of many, is the long lost heir to the consortium. The words hung in the air, momentarily suspending disbelief and prompting a collective gasp from the assembly.