His Highness Male Consort Novels & Stories

Kingston probably wants the girl to get along with Decanal since they are both halves of a whole. Shortly after the other members stepped into the room one after the other. The leader of the witches came in first, he was a powerful alluring wizard with the most beautiful eyes, but underneath his beauty was a strict and wicked mind. He looked the youngest among them all, even though the Alpha king was the youngest. He looked like he was twenty-four but he was over a century years old. His name was Kolta, a distant cousin of Kiona.

she added. Now the smile had dropped from my face. “What? Are you mad? He is a prince. Do you think he would only stay with one woman?” She scoffed. “That’s impossible.” My hand grew colder the longer she kept running her mouth. “It’s a normal thing for royal males to take in consorts. so I’d suggest you start being more accommodating.” She smiled and it reached her eyes. “Daddy has been looking for the perfect husband for me. With our family status and our royal bloodline it shouldn’t be hard to get him. Our children will be perfect.” She squeaked, and irritation made my lip arch.

I'm taken aback by the way she addresses me "Your Highness? I'm not a member of the royal clan" "You're His Majesty's woman. Whether he makes you the queen or one of his concubines, you'll still be referred to that way" Concubines? My steps falter. Why didn't I think of that earlier? In all history, kings have been known to have more than one partner. Is Kaden planning on starting a harem? Fuck no. Spinning around, I start marching back only for the girl to grab my arm and drag me toward the dressing room. She looks younger than me so how is she strong?

Breathed through it. "The inheritance?" I asked. "Released in full." "My Royal status?" "Formally endorsed." "But Kael is consort. Not mate. Not partner. Not equal." Ryn's expression remained neutral. "He would be recognized as your consort. A position of significant—" "Is that a yes or a no to equal?" A pause. "It is not equal, no." I looked at the courtyard's edge. Kael stood exactly where he'd been standing. Still, the way he went still when he was managing something enormous. His silver eyes on mine.

“So he talked to you, and you want to hear it from me. He wanted me to get ready for the investiture, but I haven’t given him an answer. He also told me that it was good for us, for you, to have a seat in the royal house.” “Do you want it?” I laughed. “Well, hello, Alpha. Once we’re married, you’re officially a prince consort. All you need is for my investiture ceremony to legalize your title. So I hate to break it to you, but there’s no running away from it.” There was a moment of surprise on his face when he just realized he had another title. “Well, shit.” “Yes, Alpha Califf Walker Stone, Prince Consort. Wow. That’s hotter.”

Just that sharp, deliberate voice saying “Will you be my bride?” He had told me to take time. But who was I to keep a future king waiting? “If my parents don’t object…” I whispered. “Then yes, Royce. I will say yes.” His expression crumpled. His shoulders sagged. “Pearl… His Highness has someone. Drizzel Uriah. You must have heard of her, everyone has. She’s the daughter of the High chancellor. They have been together for years.” The words stabbed deep, sharp and sudden.

What’s his problem now? Before she could find a response, the announcement of King Issaharic and Consort Annesa’s arrival rings out. The king takes his place on the throne on the dais, his new consort by his side. Evidently, being new, she is his current favorite as other consorts in their respective seats at the side of the room. Elysia is not going to bother herself regardless.

And thus, I found it incredibly convenient to keep a seeing eye on hand to help me understand some things I otherwise couldn’t. “I see the queen’s companion,” Wicket finally answered, his voice stilted and monotone, as it always was under the influence of his gift. I furrowed my brow in confusion. “The prince consort?” “No. The High Cliff knight,” he corrected, “who bears the mark of L’Amante.”

Aurelius gently placed the sleeping Astra into my arms. The moment his hand left the child, the warmth on his face vanished. When he turned back to face the hall, the figure standing before them was the ruler of the Midnight Court—not a partner, not a father, but a supreme monarch. "Now," he said calmly. His voice wasn't loud, yet it echoed in every corner of the hall, pressing down on the hearts of everyone present. "Who will explain to me why my consort was treated like a criminal?"

Seeing me awake the man elbowed my kidnapper and gestured at me. “Oh, our highness has awakened,” the one-armed prick said condescendingly. Glaring at him, I said, “I'm Conri's Highness, not yours, Mister.” “You are the last remaining Turgenev and will be wed to the current son of Zurac, who sits on the throne,” he asserted as I eyed him blankly. “Sir, I am the marked mate of Conri Rex. He is my mate and the man I love. You're talking nonsense,” I growled.