Romans & histoires The 31st Consort

“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.”

“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.

I am not letting some dumb game decide what I’ll be called for the rest of my life. With all the names in the bowl, André started pulling out slips of paper. I quickly vetoed Alpha Consort and Captain Consort. “Can we just not use anything consort? I don’t know why but in my mind, it always gets associated with the term mistress, and I know in the UK the Queen’s husband is a consort, and it just means he’s married to her but has no real power.” I shook my head. “Fair. Because while you’re my mate, you have authority in the pack.” André agreed.

Delilah said. " Does it mean she killed the consort ? She and the Consort was pregnant at same period, She conceived like two months after the Consort if I'm being precise, And she would gain a lot if the Consort died with the crown prince" Delilah's servant said. "That is obvious, i Know she killed the Consort, But she still doesn't seem like she has achieved anything, She doesn't look too sad, or happy, She looked neutral when the prince came back, She should be sad that her plans fell through !" Delilah said,

He blocked Darryl's path and said politely, "Prince Consort, Her Majesty has ordered us to bring you back safely with us. She is waiting for your wedding to Quincy Long. So, please, come with us!" 'What? Follow you back to the South Cloud World?' When he heard Gary's words, Darryl did not know whether to laugh or to cry. He immediately refused the man. "No, I can't do that. I have an emergency to attend to. Please, you may head back there yourselves!" 'Uh…' Gary was a little torn. "Prince Consort, Her Majesty has strict orders for us to bring you back. We do not dare to defy her. Please don't make this hard for us."

And not a beautiful part of her, like he saw it from the first time they met? “No, that is going too far.” And he wouldn’t stand for it and he clenched his fists, ready to fight. “Sir, she’s not some thing!” “No, she’s the most powerful woman in all Nocthen. Our Empress.” Sir Celbest interjected, turning back to him. “And you are to be her consort.” He went and crossed his legs. “So… what is keeping you?” “That, I…” Pendwick had to deflate a little. “It’s not as easy as you would think…”

“One that cannot be broken.” Releasing her hold, Bella signaled the youngest servant to hold the other end of the measuring fabric as they huddled around me. “Remember this, my lady, as long as you are married to the Valerius line, then the wife and princess consort of the grand heir could only be you and no one else.” Standing frozen in the middle of the bustling servants, my mind once again plunged deeper into the abyss. What have I really gotten myself into? A cold shiver run up my spine thinking of the hundreds of noble ladies competing for the place of that devil’s wife.

Maybe I was making a mistake. “I don’t think you do. I don’t conform to actions that depict words whose meanings have been long lost in history. As a consort you agree to warm my bed whenever I please and satisfy my needs anywhere, anyhow and anytime. You agree to submit not just your duty to the community but your body to my desires. You agree to be a national bait as well as my personal puppet. I ask again, for the last time. Do you know the duties of the position you seek?” It felt like the air had been drained out of me. Madam Magnolia, had always given us her consort stories back at the fashionere and not once had she mentioned mattress relations with the King.

Zara walked up the stone steps like she owned the place—because, by blood, she did. Vincent Devereaux greeted her with a glass of Bordeaux and a smirk. “Zara Milli Lane. My little flame.” She didn’t smile. “You look older.” “And you look like your mother. Same fire. Same recklessness.” “Same taste in men,” she said, glancing at Alec, who stood silent by the door. Vincent’s smile faltered. “So, this is the new consort. Does he know what you really are?” “I know she’s everything you’re afraid of,” Alec said, voice cold.

“And by the will of the Goddesses Hecate and Selene, the mate of our queen shall stand as King Consort—Lycan King Chadwrick Kent Greystorm of Keladia.” The hall erupted again, and I felt the weight of that title settle into my bones. King Consort. Not by blood, but by bond, by destiny. I belonged here, at her side, just like she belongs with me in Keladia as my queen. Lilly stepped forward next, and the declaration came swiftly: Her royal highness Calla Lilly Lockwood, second heiress to the throne. The crowd cheered, and I caught Hendrick leaning toward her, his murmur low but mischievous. “For now,” he whispered, earning a chuckle from her. The bastard was already dreaming of binding her na