Royal Consort Novels & Stories

I protested as he chuckled. “Okay. Fine- You’re right. My full name with all the titles is Crown Prince Conor William Victor of the House of Rovitz, Duke of Bolithos and Zaspoki, Marquess and Lord Protector of Palikir, Earl of Drismer, Viscount of Rabatti, Baron of Brolsteel. Geez… that’s a mouthful.” Conor said as I giggled. “It is! You try saying it someday.” He grumbled.

One of the Dukes retorted in righteous anger at the same time as the envoy who spoke in a regretful tone “Who knew that our prince consort would be executed here? How can we swallow the grievance of this unrighteous act?” “Oh??” Orseus leaned forward in interest “Why didn’t I know the prince consort was visiting?” He narrowed his eyes, his gaze scrutinizing as he asked, “Or was he here as a spy to assassinate me?” “What nonsense?” The envoy shouted, losing his calm “Our prince consort is a very modest person and does not like to fuss about, and was only taking a stroll admiring the scenery when he was brutally executed. You, have violated our peace treaty.” He pointed his finger at Orseus as

The guard bowed and hurried away. Alaric watched his mother, confusion warring with the primal urges coursing through his veins. Consorts. He hadn't needed one in years. It felt wrong, a betrayal of… of what? He didn't even know. Within moments, a young woman, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation, was ushered into the room. She was an omega, chosen for her beauty and her… availability. Consorts. Royal escorts, designed to cater to the needs of unmated Alphas, to quell the storm of rut and maintain the delicate balance of the court. It was a tradition as old as the kingdom itself, a necessary evil in a society governed by primal instincts and rigid social structures.

It gets tiring most times especially when I want to have alone time but I have long given up on that. My younger brother Louis is seated in front of me in my office, and besides him is Adrian, my cousin and also one of the future beta’s that would serve during my reign. There are usually three royal beta’s seeing the large amount of workload that we have to handle at the royal castle and Adrian happens to be one of them.

Rory answers me, he's younger than me and Amber but he was raised along with us, and was taught how to help us rulling our species. "I can't take another day without her, I'm getting there tonight," I say, Rory would be staying in the dorms with us, not in the same room or floor as me, he'll be on the floor below us along with all of our security. "You know if you touch her," Rory taunts me, if I touch her without being married the both of us would lose our royal titles, dragons are very old school. "I want to hug and cuddle my mate, it's a modern way of showing love," I say while he laughed, of course, this rule only applies to the royals, the rest of the clan are free to mate whenever they

He ordered. The prince is...." Prince Percy shut the announcer as he walked into the Royal castle of the Andersons. The royal castle is a 5-storey building that covers 13 acres. The castle has fifty rooms that include the royal ballroom, the meeting room for the king and ministers of the kingdom, the king's palace, a royal mall, royal dining, The royal rooms, the throne room, The king's office, the queen's room, and the royal emergency hospital. Percy ignored the royal bodyguards that followed him into the personal elevator made for the royals. He was there for a purpose and with the way he rushed out of the elevator when he got to the third floor, one would think he had come for a fight wit

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.

"So, it seems that Mr. Isaac thinks someone else should've been the crown prince." "Your Highness, please have mercy!" Everyone dropped to their knees inside and outside the room. Mother returned to her senses. As the marchioness and the lady of the household, there was no way she could miss the twists and turns in this mess. Her expression turned frosty. She said, "Jared is the prince consort personally chosen by His Majesty for Princess Leonora. How could he possibly be resentful over not being able to become a member of the imperial family?" "T-That's impossible!" Isaac blurted. He no longer had the mind to pretend to be weak. He pushed himself out of Mother's arms, shaking his head hyste

Now, things didn't seem to be that simple. "She was too pale at that time," Edmund mumbled, remembering that he had once wanted to meet her, but she looked so tired. So, he didn't disturb her further and only sent her a bag of nourishing blood. His voice wasn't loud, only enough for the four princes to hear. On the high throne, next to the king, Queen Alvira seemed to mutter something about the king. The delicate face was taut, and the eyebrows twisted together. "Your Majesty, it has been more than three days. This consort is worried that something might happen to her."

Beside him was a middle-aged woman. There were two pairs of couples on the left side of the table and one couple on the right side. These eight figures were the other Royal family below the Katsaros Royal family. All of them look like they were still in their middle age when in truth they were several decades old. “Ha, ha, ha! I can’t believe our time has come! We’ve been waiting for this for several decades already. Today, the universe has finally given us a chance! It’s worth to be celebrated!”