The 31st Consort Novels & Stories

He pulled out a chair for me with a flourish. "You don't have to do all this." "Do what?" He sat down across from me. "Take care of my woman?" "I mean... so formal." "I'm practicing," he said, a wicked glint in his eyes. "For my future role as Prince Consort." I nearly choked on my blood. "Prince Consort?" "The husband of the future Matriarch of House Volkov. Isn't that a Prince Consort?" He said it so matter-of-factly I didn't know how to respond.

He was wearing a black tuxedo with his blond hair perfectly swiped on the side. My eyes followed the sight of another man on my right who was staring down at me indifferently with his pale green eyes and sharp and stiff face. He was also wearing the same colour tuxedo. They were utterly gorgeous and emitted rich vibes. I couldn't see the face of The middle one because He was wearing a black hat with the same dress code but the long black trench coat was moulded into his broad, muscular and tallest form perfectly with the high black boots giving him intimidating and regal vibes.

Rafael put back a towel he just sniffed and muttered, “I’m immensely grateful Octavia is with us now. You two are brutal. Mostly you, Am.” As Amber chuckled, Christian asked, “The consort’s ability is invisibility, right?” Rafael nodded and uttered, “Yes. Anyone without a fortis’s ability for a consort was fine by me.” When they registered the four different scents from the wardrobes, they walked around the house, sniffing the kitchen, dining room, basement and attic and garage, and concluded that there were six foreign scents. Rafael noted the details of these scents on his phone, and they moved on to the next house, repeating the entire process.

I looked at Gilbert, dumbfounded and he just dismissed me like all of this was no big deal. "Lord Gilbert, this....." but he didn't let me finish, "Lady Elizabeth, fake or not, you are the first Consort of Reveldron. So you should expect nothing less than this. Please rest while you are able. Things are going to get hectic soon." And he quickly retired for the night. Why did I sense some f*ckery was about to transpire? LOL, let's just sleep. ~•••••••••••~

Alusia retorted with a sneer, “What are you talking about? Does it look like Her Ladyship care? If she didn’t allow it, why would I dare to serve His Majesty?” “My Ladyship, is this true?” Rara turned towards Consort Watelonu. Consort Watelonu was in a daze and nodded when she heard someone calling her. “Do you see that? How dare you point your fingers at me like a shrew!” Alusia roared.

But Landon was insistent that we keep things according to tradition. There was a knock on the parlor door, bringing me out of my thoughts. I straightened as Landon opened the door. “Vivian is here, Your Majesty,” he announced. I nodded at him, giving him the go-ahead to let her in without actually speaking. She entered the parlor, her eyes shifting around with uncertainty for a moment. I don’t allow many in this parlor. It’s in a private sector of the palace; considering tonight is the consort ceremony, I thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stretch some of my well-crafted rules.

Serena The Headwitch said. “I don't agree with you! We already have what we want from the queen consort! She gave us real royal blood, the first son of King Gillian Sullivan! I don't think we need her anymore! We can take this boy and run away. When he completes the transition, we can then form our army…we don’t need the Queen consort anymore!” The witch’s apprentice Bala said.

He graciously asked everyone to take a seat before saying cheerfully, "Nathan, Zachary, and Liam, from now on, the three of you will be secondary prince consorts. Please take good care of Queenie." "I object." Julius stood up. His face was ashen. He clenched his fists so tightly that I could hear his knuckles crack. "Your Majesty, as the prince consort, I do not accept them as secondary prince consorts. We cervitaurs are monogamous. Since Her Highness loves me, she should follow the customs of cervitaurs and marry only one person." Father frowned at him, clearly upset. "You insolent fool! The three of them have already agreed to it, so it's none of your business. Besides, Queenie didn't choo

“The circle closed. The three bloodlines, wolf, vampire, and the old gods, finally braided into one perfect noose.” His hand slid to my stomach. The child inside me went still, listening. “It’s almost time,” he said. “The coronation moon is full tonight. You will birth the new world at its zenith. And I will stand at your side as the first of your consorts.” I stepped back. The shadow blade uncoiled, ready. “Consort?” I repeated. “I already killed one husband tonight. I’m not in the market for another.” His smile widened, showing fangs longer than any I’d ever seen.

His face appeared on the side of the bed, but I continued to stare past him, slowly disconnecting from this world. “What did I do wrong?” My question came out hoarsely, but Connor heard me clearly and smiled sadly. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Rieka.” He said softly. “Then, what happened?” Connor sighed heavily. “The king is just confused. Give him some time. He’ll realize his mistake.” “The mistake being me?” “Of course not, Rieka. He discovered something about you being the Malikah and is not taking it well.” “What was it?” Connor hesitated before answering.