Royal Consort Novels & Stories

A few seconds later, the trumpets played and Sir Saint opened the doors. “Presenting, the Royal Family of Wilhem.” King Ricardo was in front, wearing a plain white coat with gold linings and an elegant single-layered silver crown. Queen Josephine, who wrapped her arm on King Ricardo’s arm, was wearing a long, asymmetrical plum dress with her hair in a bun and of course, the same crown King Ricardo was wearing. Behind them, was Princess Althea and Prince Thomas. Althea was wearing a yellow pouf dress that reached her knees and she had her hair in a ponytail. Her tiara set perfectly on her head. Thomas was just as simple as his Father but he wore a long sleeve polo and a one-sided brown coat t

Just pure sincerity. "I think I should leave now. Have a good night." He looked at me with his radiant dark eyes, melting me bit by bit. "Have a good night as well, Ophelia." * * * "Being the crown princess means you will be the future queen of this kingdom. And being a queen is not just about the title. A queen is not just the king's lover, but a lifetime partner who would share the responsibility with the king. So you must know how to be a ruler who loves her people. A ruler willing to hear her people's voices," Mistress Celestine explained.

Randell said when he got close to the princess and when he was in front of Chandra. "Huh? Ahm...” “By the way, I sent you here to give it to you.” Randell held out a token in his hand. He took the token from his clothes, clothes that he wore. This token only verifies the ownership of the high role. Except for a King, Queen, Prince, and Princess. It can also be owned by the future wife of a high-ranking person. It is not simply given but it has a blessing from the one who raises it. And it is the handsome pirate who is now giving the princess the token that is owned by a high Royal Family.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

It isn’t long before the doors open and the trumpets sound the arrival of Crowned Prince Nathaniel. Walking into the throne room with Prince Julian and Consot Skylar flanking him on one side, Princess Victoria and Consort Griffin flanking him on the other along with the rest of the Royal family following behind. Nathaniel stops and kneels at the bottom of the small set of stairs that leads up to the thrones. King Dominic and Queen Seraphina get to their feet and take a few steps to be standing at the edge of the top step. King Dominic’s voice rings out without any trouble,

CHAPTER TWO: THE ROYAL TRIPLETS NOLAN’S POV~ We the werewolves of the silent howl pack, far from Greenville town, were to throw a royal soiree for just royalties from the north. Our father; King Edwards, my mother, I, my brothers, and relatives were all seated at the royal dining table, about to eat dinner when my father decided to make an announcement. There was a lot of distinct chattering because the room was filled with werewolves of high prestige.

So, can you tell me more about them? "Before you meet the prince you'll have to perform a ritual bath, the herbs and potion are being prepared by the consort's physician. It says some of the herbs when bathed properly would assist in curing the prince when he mounts you." "Hmm," I mumbled. "Sounds great." Though at the mention of the consort, my instincts caught a whiff of something foul and malicious, I hadn't even met her in person, so I shouldn't assume anything. Besides, I couldn't ask Lefika about the consort anymore because I'd exceeded my question limit.

I have read the decree of my powers and obligations as the King’s consort and it just so happens that I have the right to elevate a harem woman as the king would do. At the rise of her voice and the way her eyes bulges out, it shows that Yolanda cannot fathom another person being on the same floor as her or the right that I have to elevate one. It is not a status to be proud of in my books but it is definitely going to help my life here in Orizon. “Florence, please?” I say, allowing Florence do the talking. Florence smiles and nods. “Yeri is now a consort. A legal consort of the king and one of her rights stated in the decree is the right to elevate one that she pleases.” Florence says and e

I growled, my wolf stirring with irritation at the breach of protocol. The guard threw himself to his knees at the foot of the dais, his chest heaving, his face pale with absolute terror. "My Prince... it's the Consort!" The air left my lungs instantly. The noise of the crowd faded into a dull hum in my ears. "What about Raven?" I demanded, stepping down off the platform so fast my cloak snapped behind me. I grabbed the guard by the collar of his chestplate, pulling him up. "Speak!" "His attendant ran out of his chambers screaming for the healers," the guard stammered, his eyes wide. "She said... she said the consort collapsed on the floor. He isn't responding, my Prince. She said there's pa

It was better to accept reality than to put up a desperate, futile fight. Word got out that Harry had "accidentally" dropped the royal seal from his robes at the party, sending everyone in the courtyard to their knees in respect. Even though he explained I had merely given it to him for safekeeping, every guest knew exactly what it meant. It was the prelude to a new empress consort. The next day, Jindale was buzzing with rumors. The threshold of Johnston Manor was nearly broken by the sheer volume of visitors rushing to flatter the future empress consort.