His Highness Male Consort นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My hand was looped through Christian’s arm, and his steady presence was the only thing keeping me grounded as the double doors slowly creaked open. The sight before me took my breath away—the hall was illuminated by soft, golden lights reflecting off the high ceilings. The decorations were nothing short of grand, with elegant tapestries and rich emeralds and golds lining the walls. Christian had truly outdone himself. My gaze swept across the room, seeing the sea of pack members and allies standing beneath us, waiting, their heads turned toward the staircase. Dominic’s booming voice echoed across the hall, his words carrying the weight of ceremony and honor. “Please welcome Royal Beta Christ

he said firmly, then added, “I must leave for a bit to consult with the Goddess and give her my resignation.” He then promptly vanished and I glanced at Gavin in shock. “Damn, I wasn't expecting that,” I muttered and he shrugged. “It looks like he's going to be our very old son-in-law,” he chuckled and I was utterly shocked but pleased. “He’s a good guy,” I murmured and Bria sighed and said, “Yes.” “Um, Gavin, if our daughter is the high queen, that would make Gideon the king since he's her mate,” I asked him.

Hence it made Marquis Penthievre his uncle and Giovanni his cousin. Giovanni laughed at his question and wrapped his arms around Kendrick's neck. "Chill. I just wanted to ask if you met your cousin, Her Highness Minerva." "You called my cousin Her Highness yet you did not want to address me as 'His Highness'?" Kendrick snickered and used his elbow to ram him on his stomach. "Hey, you said that I would only address you like that if outsiders weren't present!" Kendrick shook his head as he continued to walk. Giovanni, on the other hand, followed along as he bombarded him with questions.

My heart sank slowly, each word pressing deeper than the last. “As the high consort,” he continued, “your position still holds honor. But your responsibilities, duties, and services must be documented.” Giselle nodded in agreement, turning her head slightly to Scarlett. “That’s why Scarlett and I were making a list of your services. But…” She paused, her expression turning thoughtful, “...we weren’t able to list a single service before. And that could give you the title of a lowly concubine.” High consort, harem, concubine. All these terms seemed foreign to my ears. I truly felt how thin the ground beneath my feet had become.

the nobles and the knights greeted. Loren was referred to as the consort prince because he was the husband of the emperor. It's the second highest title after the Emperor. " Please enjoy the ball," saying that Martina tossed the wine glass to the guests. " Attention please," the guards announced, gathering everyone's attention towards the entrance. " King and crown prince of the Elven kingdom are entering ." The announcement was made and two gorgeous men walked inside. They had long blonde hair which shimmered like gold and matching golden eyes. Their beauty was breathtaking, failing the beauty of noble ladies present in the ballroom.

Emma listened in horror and said, “Your Highness, I do not agree!” Luna Daisy glared at her. “Why not? Do you find the position of Crown Consort beneath you? Or perhaps you’d rather be the Principal Consort?” In an instant, the atmosphere in the tent became tense. Emma shook her head. “No, I don’t want to be a Principal Consort either. You’re right, the position of Seventh Prince is unique, and in the future, there will be many more people he’ll favor and cherish. But my husband, for the rest of my life, will be only me.”

But when he stepped outside and remembered how his husband treated him this week, he felt sad and devastated. “Your Highness,” he met a servant on the way. “There is a letter to you and prince Kyle.” “Thank you.” he took the envelopes and planned to read his before dropping the other one in his husband's study. He walked and stopped in front of the wooden door. He heard someone whispering and soft giggles, then he raised an eyebrow and wondered if someone was with the prince. He gently knocked, but no one answered, then he knocked again, but he could only hear two voices. He decided to open the door and what he saw next was the last thing he expected; the Royal Secretary was lying on the des

"Well, you're a stunning young lady. I have to say, when Casper called me to teach you everything, I wasn't sure what to think, but now that I see you, I feel relieved. Any man would be happy to have your genes passed down to their offspring. I would be your personal maid if you don't mind?" I bristled at this statement. I appreciated the compliment, but she seemed too good to be true. I'm not overly fond of people commenting on my looks. Still, this lady seemed nice, and she acted like she was close to Casper. I would have to talk to him about giving me a good backstory. "Being the prince consort is more than just being his wife, isn't it?" I said, pushing past the awkwardness of the abrupt

"Today, the High King will make our marriage official. Remember what I told you before." His voice was like ice. "After we're married, we'll live separate lives. Play nice, and maybe I'll let you save some dignity in this marriage." I was floored. How could the heir to our kind say something so outrageous? He took my silence for consent, his grin growing wider. "Just keep in line, and I won't let you embarrass yourself in public." He was sure I would fall in line. Then came the sound of footsteps. The High King's right-hand man, his second-in-command, stepped out—with Damon, the werewolf, in tow.

I blurted out without waiting for the High Adviser to finish off his statement. Following the gasps that filled the hall and the bewildered expression of Anthonier, the King also came to a halt in his steps. A consort was all I sought. Asking to be the queen was asking for too much. The king was barely two months on the throne and seeking for the highest rank after him over the kingdom would pose a red flag. I could put my family under treasonous attempt watch for the rest of our lives. But a consort as far as I knew, was as simple as asking to be the king’s official plaything.