Royal Consort Novels & Stories

"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

“As a protected consort under my authority.” The word hit the air like a thunderclap. Rylan’s eyes flew open. “You can’t—” “I can,” Isolde said sharply. “And I will. It places her beyond the council’s reach without declaring war.” Lyra’s pulse thundered. “Consort?” “A political shield,” Isolde clarified. “Not a crown. Not a chain.” Kade’s smile returned—slow, dangerous. “You’re giving her exactly what she wants.” Isolde turned on him. “No. I’m giving her exactly what they fear.”

She flipped open the document without waiting for my permission, pointing to a clause midway down. Clause 17: The Consort may not enter into romantic or sexual agreements with any other party during the duration of this agreement. Exclusivity is non-negotiable. I blinked. “Consort?” Clarisse adjusted her blazer. “A placeholder term. The Don prefers… discretion.” I was too stunned to speak.

“ Soon after I completed my studies she gave every work to me and went on vacation with that old man.” Alex got the title of consort prince just because he was married to her. The elders were against giving him the title of King but they only granted the consort title. Alex didn’t care about the title but Risa cared about it. Anyways after Alex got involved with the royal. His business influence became easy for him. With his new title, he was about to rule the world by business. Dylan bangs his head on the desk. “ After this vacation if she comes back and tells me that she is pregnant again. I will kill her for sure and ascend the throne myself.” Dylan says.

And that too so easily. "I don't want to regret anything in my life, Alex" She pecked his lips. "Let's get ready fast or else, my princess will kill us," Alex mumbled and took a new parcel to Clara. She was so happy to see a long red gown and he had the same colour tie to match his suit. His efforts always made her special. Both got ready and came down so quickly. Rachel wore a red and black gown which was sweeping the floor and she looked like a Disney princess in real life. She jumped and hugged her mom and dad with a huge grin.

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.

“Are you mocking the first consort by refusing her gift?” Roxy steps in before the situation gets worse. “My lady would never do such a thing.” Calm and controlled as always. “The truth is, just two days ago, the king and Consort Zephyra mated at his private hot spring. Given how invested he is in getting to know her, It’s likely he’ll be calling for her again soon.” The consorts go silent and I inwardly pray for the moon goddess to arrive now and take me with her, just so I can escape the stares that press into me. That much information wasn’t necessary but thanks for the news Roxy.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

“See you soon, Your Majesty “She sneered and left with the others. “Cathe…. “ “I will be fine”I interrupted Her Highness assuring her. “Maybe it is not bad at least I will be the Queen ''I muttered trying to convince myself. Preparation for the wedding and Coronation is going on. Prince Edward separated me and Reena. He also assigned new maids to me, I know their job is to keep an eye on me. It's not like I care though, I gave up a long time ago. “Milady it time for your fitting ''The Royal seamstress came back for the fourth time this week.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”