Royal Consort Novels & Stories

“What?” “Yeah,” he gestures with his index finger, showing me the different stages on an invisible blackboard. “For kings it’s always ‘Your Majesty’ and then ‘Sire’ and ‘Sir’. It doesn’t matter if they are crowned or not, because we get the title with the throne directly as soon as the old king steps down or is thrown from it, and we don’t need to wait for a ceremony to constitute that. But for the King Consort it is a bit different. They get the title through the crowning ceremony, and therefore they have to be addressed accordingly.” I watch him dumbfounded when he finishes speaking and flashes me a happy smile. He must be proud of having been able to explain it to me, which makes him look

I know he came to comfort me after reading the cover story of the newspaper which indirectly describes our relationship. ***(End of Flashback)*** Raphael sat in the prepared throne in the right side of the hall few steps away from me. "And now, we shall now start the ceremony!" The head of the ministry for ceremonial rights announced. I hand over the Royal Scroll to secretary Shen and handed it to the First Minister. "I, King James X of the House of Akazia hereby decreed that Prince Raphael, from the Kingdom of Ayatullah in the United Kingdom of Asean, to be the Official Prince Consort to the King! Let this be known in all the lands of the Kingdom!" he read. Raphael accepted the decree. My A

“Introducing, his majesty, King Fredrich Kristen the first and her royal highness, the royal consort, Princess Alana Willow Ducroft,” the chamberlain announced. The whole crowd kept their head low as they walked past. They looked regal, especially the former Grand Duke who was wearing royal regalia. It looked like he was born to wear it. Beside him, the third princess, despite being royalty, wasn’t as elegant. In fact, everyone thought of the woman most fit to stand beside him as Queen but as she was dead, there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

The grand chandeliers above shimmered, casting a golden glow over everything as we stepped into position. Christian’s hand settled on the small of my back, pulling me closer as I looped my arm around his shoulder. His other hand held mine gently but firmly, and as the music swelled, we began to move in perfect sync. The steps of the royal dance were slow, deliberate, every movement designed to reflect grace and elegance.

I looked away from her and at Orien who always had a solution to everything. His eyes were blank at first and then I saw the look I had hoped for. His eyes lit up very quickly. "She is His Majesty's consort. She was the dowager queen's choice. It was not official for peasants could not be consorts but the queen chose her. So yes. She is with his Majesty's child." Orien lied with the most serious look I had ever seen on his face. How he was able to come up with such thoughts within seconds was remarkable. I only hoped they bought it.

“I am the rightful queen, so it is only right that I claim my throne. But that does not mean your title should be stripped. I will not do that. I am happy for you to stay as alpha consort.” Raymond’s face darkened as he turned to her fully. “You understand why I am the alpha consort, right?” he asked with lethal confusion in his tone. “You do know that it is because my mate is the queen?” Her serene expression did not change as she said, “I know. Things will change around here. But like I said, your title does not have to be one of those things.” She really could not mean what he thought she meant. Could she? No, nobody could be that shameless.

Alpha Kingsley's POV I can’t believe I gave that order. What came over me? The Royal Consort robe. Really? That robe was meant for my true mate, my Luna. The woman I would fall in love with and rule beside. The woman who would stand at my right hand, feared and respected, strong enough to command storms and silence a room with just her presence. And yet… I had ordered it for Olivia. "Does she deserve it?" Even though I am cursed, bound by the Moon Goddess to remain single and alone for all time, a part of me still longs for true love.

No strings attached and I get the most of whatever I wanted. The position of consorts over the years had been played by women regarded as the most beautiful, who paraded events in the foreign lands in their expensive ball gowns. The flashier and prettier they were, the more wealthier the king looked. Had to do with an ego battle of men being able to get whatever they wanted without really wanting them. The last king, the current king’s father, had had only three consorts in my lifetime. After one had died from a tragic food poisoning, the other fell in love and sought the king’s permission to withdraw and get married. Then the last duly resigned. She owns the fashion house which Jeneva works

However, an anime character with long black hair and white robe was the highlight of this gathering, he was someone I had definitely met before. Sitting on the royal throne, Helena sighed in relief. I was gobsmacked to see her thin, stick-like body. What happened to her overnight? Was she sick? Helena eyed Beta Ralph, he took out a letter and read it out loud. “Please kneel for the royal decree.” Everyone including that con artist knelt on the floor, only I and Beta Ralph were standing in the hall. “The Royal Palace is honored to welcome the first consort in the Crown princess’s harem. Alpha Zayden Ellsworth is a kind, brave, and exceptionally intelligent man, he is a great addition to our l