Royal Consort Novels & Stories

His tail surrounded me in a protective stance. “So it’s you,” Ren spoke with a sly smile on his face. “The famous Crown Princess of Solterra, the only one alive who can summon a fire dragon. The mistress of fire. Now I see where those rumors came from. You have an incomparable beauty indeed.” “Ren Lancaster,” I uttered his name with disgust. “Right.” He nodded. “I am Ren Lancaster, the king of Frostville and will soon be the king of all kingdoms. And you…” He smirked and advanced a step. “Shall be mine.”

“She will be bestowed the title of consort, and be given all of the privileges as a member of the royal family.” Felix looked me deep in the eyes and added one last sentence: “She is the most important person to me.”

Royal Wedding Micah sat in front of the dressing mirror, her swollen eyes covered with makeup, her brown hazel eyes drained of life, and her face masked with contour. Her long black hair was brushed and styled into a sophisticated low bun; a hairpin, which extended as a veil, concealed her face but was transparent and easy for the eyes to peer through. Micah was wearing a white gown with red color tints at the bottom of the dress. Heavy necklaces rested on her chest like a burden, and a black diamond earring dangled on both sides of her ears.

I remembered learning that this was a sign of respect for high-ranking officials or royalty—positioning ourselves at the edges of the room, either individually or together. It wasn’t hard to distinguish the full hybrid royalty from their cousins. Their strides and auras were thick and effortless, and their beauty was striking. I obviously couldn’t gawk at them, but a careful glance confirmed it. Thankfully, I was just wall decor until the king arrived—or didn’t, as it seemed he might not show up. The hybrid killer was truly disturbing them, especially the loud woman, who seemed to be the king’s aunt. “Calm down, Aunt Viktoria. I’ve spoken to Landon. He’ll convince him,” a female voice said s

Because this time, he wasn’t walking back broken. He was walking back forged. And as the bus thundered closer to Royalty, Collins prayed with everything in him— That he wasn’t too late.

Fulfilling that notion he’s had of us dating. We’re well beyond dating, of course. We’re having a baby. But aside from us sleeping together when our crossroads intersect, the fact that I’m becoming familiar with his closest people, and he’s learned all about my past and my present—as well as my future desires—and we’ve developed a comfortable ying-yang scenario… We haven’t actually been out on real dates. For a moment, I get stuck on what that would involve, honestly. Do royals go to the movies with the masses? Or do they rent out a theatre for a “private” viewing? (Obviously, private is a relative term because security detail would be on-hand.)

She said, “All the women in the royal men’s harem are under my command as I am the last queen. You were supposed to handle this responsibility, Liora. But now, I will take care of them until your coronation.” I listened to all the formal terms and technicalities, learning about my future in this palace. Scarlett remained a silent participant until Giselle completed her lecture, her words precise and formal. But just as she picked up the pen to sign the official papers of my title, Scarlett chimed in all of a sudden. “I am glad that Sister Liora is selected as high consort.” She said, her voice laced with fake sweetness. “But I have a question regarding the merits of this position. Didn't Sis

Xander’s favorite color on me, and walked to the Council chamber an hour early. The others trickled in. Old men with old laws and older grudges. Merrick stood. “We have a matter to discuss. The health of the Royal Consort.” Murmurs erupted. I kept my face neutral. Sad. Concerned. “Lady Brenda has brought evidence,” Merrick continued, “that the Consort has been purchasing forbidden masking herbs. In large quantities.” The room went silent. “The Council moves to request a formal health inspection and the Purity and Lineage Blessing Ceremony.”

“Zenia, did you not inform these young nobles of your marriage arrangements?” I nodded in acknowledgment of my fault. Then, I turned and gave Henry, who was still bowing, a faint smile. Henry froze. His expression was tense. That look of his was quite to my liking. Smiling politely, I accepted the royal decree from the court lady and announced it loudly. “My Prince Consort is Justin Yale, the prince of the Western Regions.” The hall erupted in an uproar. Zachariah jumped to his feet in shock. “Your Highness, did you make a mistake? Haven’t you always—”

Every lady is issued a black electronic collar that they are required to wear upon being recognized as a Royal Consort. This serves as their proof of identity and to track them for the purpose of government benefits and healthcare. ✾ I wasn't really good with goodbyes. After Lady Vita informed me that I was good to go, I immediately packed my bags and tried to sleep. The sooner I do, the earlier I can leave. Consorts didn't have much things anyway, all I did was bring three pieces of clothing, the white dress I wore during coronation, and two blue dresses. One that I was wearing now, and the other one that I wear when the other blue one is dirty.