The Consort Novels & Stories

I looked away from her and at Orien who always had a solution to everything. His eyes were blank at first and then I saw the look I had hoped for. His eyes lit up very quickly. "She is His Majesty's consort. She was the dowager queen's choice. It was not official for peasants could not be consorts but the queen chose her. So yes. She is with his Majesty's child." Orien lied with the most serious look I had ever seen on his face. How he was able to come up with such thoughts within seconds was remarkable. I only hoped they bought it.

“Good morning, Noble Consort. We all wish you good health.” The chorus fell on deaf ears as the consort fiddled with her hands impatiently. She was holding onto one of the cheap looking hairpins that Yan Sha had rejected as she knew it didn’t suit her and was also above her station as a noble lady. She had no interest to fall for this little tricks.

Lia: The consort hall was nothing like the infirmary. And having been born in one, I knew well what it was to live in such a lavish place. Everything here was too polished. Quiet. Elegant. Soft light, expensive fabrics, controlled footsteps. A place built to soothe an Alpha’s temper and hide sharp things behind silk. It was a place where women who were trained to please those who owned them, and in this case, it was the Alpha unless he chose to give one to one of his other wolves.

She was frustrated, but she couldn't hide the truth either. Still, she could just keep making things up as it comes along! "Yes, she's the Princess of Ambrosia, and her fiance is the oil baron Tom Grayson. However, I heard that he's only going to be appointed as consort even with all his money and power, so the same will happen with Jasper if he sticks with her." Although Nora was hoping to pull Quincy to her senses by using the issue of 'consort', Alison had enough. "Just shut up already!" Alison snapped. "It's not even any of your concern—are we telling you to marry Renee here?! You may be Jasper's mentor, and I can respect you for that, but keep stirring up trouble and I will destroy you!

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."