Royal Title Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Royal Wedding Micah sat in front of the dressing mirror, her swollen eyes covered with makeup, her brown hazel eyes drained of life, and her face masked with contour. Her long black hair was brushed and styled into a sophisticated low bun; a hairpin, which extended as a veil, concealed her face but was transparent and easy for the eyes to peer through. Micah was wearing a white gown with red color tints at the bottom of the dress. Heavy necklaces rested on her chest like a burden, and a black diamond earring dangled on both sides of her ears.

I was free then but now…… “Milady… Milady… Milady… “Reena was screaming from the yard. I groan what is it again? “Reena, what the…. “the opened the door in haste, she tried to catch her breath. “it your…. It your turn… Now and…. “breath Reena, breath, what is it?” “His….. “ “His Majesty, The King” I gasped when I heard the announcement, Reena gripped my hands. “That's it, Good luck “She then dropped my hands and left “Reena what are you……? “

She loved what they did to the robe she wore on the outside. The royal embroidery department in charge of making the clothes had put a lot of effort to embroider her favorite peony flowers on it. The flowers just kept on going as if it was a blooming garden. The white robe was tied with a golden clamp in the front and still shows the red gown that she wore inside. She chose the two colors; others would choose their own as long it was traditional in the end. The maids put on a flower headdress on her head to compensate for the crown she would wear later. Her head was already heavy with the hairstyle that they had made on her. At least the shoes were not that high or else she was going to fain

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

"What is that supposed to mean?" "It means," he said carefully, "your scent carries something I haven’t encountered in decades." My throat went dry. "Say it." He held my gaze. Then finally— "The Moonstone Royals." Silence. Deafening. The words echoed in my head like a distant memory trying to claw its way back. Moonstone. Royal. Power. "I don’t even know what that is," I said, but my voice lacked conviction. Aris watched me closely. "That’s exactly the problem."

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Pink ended her brief report in an instant. “Oh, that is interesting.” Royal and Grand was the name of the personal soldiers of the First and Second. Royal was the personal soldiers of the first king while Grand was for the second King. Eagle agreed with his brother. It was indeed interesting. All of them had put their hands on the deck on unalive Shadow. “So, it means everything is going well?” Eagle asked for confirmation. “It’s going well.” Pink nodded. “Good.” He hummed. “Pink.” “Yes, My Emperor?”

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.

I hissed at him, holding the stable keeper's shoulder to comfort him. “My lady.” He bowed, still shivering. “Your Highness , you mean. Can't you see the colors of the robe?” Liora hissed. The stable keeper and I immediately got aware of the robe I was wearing. It had the royal emblem of a wolf stepping on the moon all around it. “Oh, you're the Human Queen.” He muttered, and I could swear I heard disgust in his voice. “Are you disappointed?” I chuckled, hoping to see his reaction.