Novel & Cerita The Consort

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.

warned Devin as she entered the study room of the Crighton mansion. As she climbed the stairs, she stared at the portrait of Jake’s mother hanging on the wall. Devin’s beloved wife. Anastasia Hazel Forrester Crighton. A beautiful woman from the outside as well as from inside. She had died two years ago while attending a charity event in Morocco. Devin had been devastated and sometimes Rachel believed that his life had ended with his beloved wife.

’Consort’ was the last word Si Ning heard as his head started ringing at the bomb Xiu Zhicheng just dropped on him like he was just making some light conversation. Consort? Consort? Like, get married to Xiu Zhicheng? Like to marry an Emperor? Marry the Emperor of Xiu? Marry! This could be a blessing in the terms of Si Ning gaining a higher rank than Shao Lang yet he wasn’t sure if that was even a rank higher than Shao Lang. Being the Emperor’s Consort means he could relinquish his post and finally having time to enjoy life but there was nothing with an advantage in the world without a disadvantage. Si Ning couldn’t overlook joining the harem and having other duties suitable for a Consort als

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.

They were waiting. The air in the room was all charged with this electricity, and it made the hair on my arms stand up. The purple symbols on the floor flared up. Then they died out, leaving the hall in this flickering ghostly glow. Julian walked over. His face was all unreadable. He looked at the kneeling statues. Then at me. "My lord... The system didn't just recognize him. It recognized his authority. He isn't the Consort. He's the master of this vault."

I'm a mafia princess with crippling social anxiety. My fiancé, Rocco Falcone, is our family's consigliere. He’s the exact opposite of me—extroverted, effortlessly charming, a master at reading and bending people. He's supposed to be my protector. My only link to the outside world. Tonight was the charity gala for my late mother. I was hiding in the darkest corner, a mask covering my face. Rocco was supposed to give the speech. My speech. He never showed.

He offered his hand and added, “Welcome to Colsier, the land of the rising sun.” Stepping out of the carriage, the very first thing that greeted Emery was the swift cold wind passing by. And the next person that came upon her gaze was a blond man seemingly several years younger than her. Still, he was taller and also bore the insignia of the royal family on his military uniform. She curtsied before him. “It is an honor to finally meet you in person, Prince Cornelius,” she greeted. “I am Emery Trigon, one of the candidates for the empress position. I look forward to working with you.”

she started to walk however after two steps she stopped saying. __________ I can go alone.. - He passed in front of me walking heavily, I walked again, we were going to start something that in my eyes would be a war, because as soon as my feet touched the capitol, there would be two sides. My father's, along with the rich nobles, and mine, with those who are weak and need my interference at this moment, maybe a war starts, something cruel and painful, that's because it would be me against my father, fighting for the throne. Hours after our arrival in sector one, I was unable to speak with my father, the Palace was in a frenzy due to the banquet that would be offered to the nobles and heads o

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.