The 31st Consort Novels & Stories

“We only received word this morning that the order had been issued on short notice.” Once again, I silently thanked her for stepping in, for helping to anchor my place in this conversation before it turned dangerous. The Queen simply stared at me flatly. “I expect your manners within these walls.” I bowed respectfully. “I understand, Your Majesty.” Queen Nerissa stood as the King’s consort. They had a daughter surely born from love. While I was nothing but the ashes scattered by the flames of their power. Small footsteps echoed behind me. Then, unexpectedly, an arrow slammed into one of the pillars above my head, just an inch over.

someone shouted. The words rippled outward until they became a chant: “AETERNUM! STAR! AETERNUM! STAR!” Mies lifted a small, gleaming crown — crafted from Aeternum alloy, light as air, strong as steel. With deliberate grace, he placed it upon Queen Emilia’s head. “From this day forth,” he declared, his voice carried by hidden amplifiers across the city, “Emilia Clarke Holstein shall be known as The Star Consort of Aeternum — symbol of unity, and of peace’s triumph over war.”

He was about to open his mouth to speak but suddenly the queen speaks before him. "Because you won the war, I should give you a reward as well, Prince Reikel," said Queen Aura with a smile. "As a reward, I am giving you Minister Satua's eldest daughter, Lady Denria, to be your consort. I am removing Assi from being your consort because until now you have not been wedded." "Why don't you just make Lasy Denria his third wife? Don't remove Assi as Reikel's consort," the king commented on what the queen said.

He noticed me do so and said, "Hey, Gemma Brooks, I'm sorry about earlier." I offered a brief smile. "It's alright." "Maybe we can talk after dinner?" I opened my mouth to naively agree, but Raisa said sweetly, "We would love to." Rian observed her, and I did not like the spark of interest in his gaze, there and gone in an instant, and I already knew would Raisa notice it too. "What a way to introduce yourself…?" "Raisa Marigold, former consort of Connor Herrick."

That night, in the study room. "You sure you will serve her again, Atlas?" asked Dexter, one of Myrene's consorts, a twenty-seven-year-old man with a mischievous and sly look in his eyes. A sharp look adorned his charming face. "Of course! I can spend every night with her." The man who looked cheerful with an ever-expanding smile just nodded happily. He was Atlas, Myrene's only husband who gave himself up to submit to the queen. His twenty-one years of age made him Myrene's youngest husband.

Yuna smiled reassuringly, "I'm okay. He hasn't done anything to me. I just got back from spying on him flirting with his consort." Princess Ara asked, "Is that true? I thought my brother doesn't have a consort other than you." Yuna choked when she heard this, "I'm not his consort! I didn't agree to this marriage!" Princess Ara frowned, "but isn't that too late now? You've already spent three years at his residence."

Before her niece could react, the Consort struck her across the face, leaving several bloody scratches along her cheek. Gwen then turned toward the guards from their territory, who were still kneeling before her. “Report everything that happened here to the King,” she ordered. “And tell him that his Consort owes the auction house three billion coins.” “Yes, Princess!” the warriors answered in unison. The Consort’s face went pale. “Three billion coins?”

Jacinta asked with rage in her tone. “I heard she publicly threatened to pop off the Royal Consort’s eyes and shove them down her throat so she could watch her carcass tear open… That is a dangerous thing to say out loud. There are many eyewitnesses, and this is a direct threat to royalty that actually prompts a death sentence if it were said to any of the King’s heirs,” the maid said. “Huh…” Jacinta thought inwardly, “That Sandra wench deserved it, though.” “So, technically, the Consort has the right to punish her without the King’s knowledge, as it is not a situation worthy enough for the King to handle,” Jacinta mused.

I waited for him to go on. “The consort eventually disappeared, driven out of the palace by the Queen. It wasn’t discovered by the King that the consort was actually pregnant at the time until years later.” “How did he find out?” I asked. “The Prophet,” Damian said. “She claimed that the King had a daughter out there somewhere, the only biological heir to the kingdom. The King had had several consorts over the years, but the timeline from the Prophet’s story matched up with the consort who left.” Damian’s eyes then drifted up to my hair, and one corner of his mouth tugged upward. “It’s said that the consort had beautiful, long dark hair. Curly. Yours isn’t far off, you know.”

To the small office I kept, the one Xander forgot I had. I pulled out parchment. Ink. "To the Esteemed Council of the Moon Pack, Regarding the health and lineage of the Royal Consort..." No. Too soft. "To the Council, It has come to my attention that the Consort, Ashton, has been procuring forbidden substances outside the citadel without His Majesty’s knowledge. Substances used to mask lineage and scent. In light of the upcoming heir, I believe a full inspection is warranted for the safety of the bloodline." Better. I signed it with a flourish. Brenda of House Velra. Let Xander deny it. Let him call me jealous.