Royal Title Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

When they reach the table, my father stands up and says, "Kael, Aurora, please welcome King Marcus, Queen Amanda, and the two princes from Aether, Alec, and Ezekiel Kondstadt." Kael and I stand up together and bow down saying, "A pleasure to meet the family running the kingdom of Aether." An exchange of greetings takes place before my father says, "Let us please take a seat." We take our seats gently and observing the family, they are poised and very synchronized. I suddenly felt that these were AI Robots made by their technology to represent the royal family of Aether. "Congratulations on wearing the crown of Everdeen, Aurora," Marcus says. "Thank you, Your Majesty," I do not forget the hon

A few seconds later, the trumpets played and Sir Saint opened the doors. “Presenting, the Royal Family of Wilhem.” King Ricardo was in front, wearing a plain white coat with gold linings and an elegant single-layered silver crown. Queen Josephine, who wrapped her arm on King Ricardo’s arm, was wearing a long, asymmetrical plum dress with her hair in a bun and of course, the same crown King Ricardo was wearing. Behind them, was Princess Althea and Prince Thomas. Althea was wearing a yellow pouf dress that reached her knees and she had her hair in a ponytail. Her tiara set perfectly on her head. Thomas was just as simple as his Father but he wore a long sleeve polo and a one-sided brown coat t

He hadn’t even realized he had been holding his breath until he let it out in a jagged stream of relief and something else Federico couldn’t quite identify. “Thank you. You did well.” “Sir, the council have still not come up with any clues to the whereabouts of the Royal Star diamond,” Francesco went on. “There is a private investigating team working on it, as well as Prince Alex, but so far nothing has come to light.”

Kyle whispered before capturing his lips passionately. Axel entered a book section he never thought he would go to before—the royal marriage section. He hoped that books would help him understand his situation more. He hoped he would find things that would help him strengthen his relationship with the king. He chose a book and sat on a leather couch, and he flipped through the first pages and began slowly reading a few paragraphs. He stopped at a page where the title interested him. Strict Marriage Traditions The Royal Family Must Follow. *The bride must wear white on her wedding day.

My chest tightened as the call connected. A man answered warmly. “Your Highness.” “Good morning,” Henry replied smoothly. “Sorry to disturb you.” “Not at all.” The voice sounded official. Henry glanced at me briefly before continuing. “I wanted to ask about the French royal family.” My stomach twisted instantly. The French royal family? The man on the phone chuckled softly. “They’ve certainly had a difficult few months.” Henry nodded lightly. “Yes. That’s actually why I’m asking.” I stared at him carefully.

I still can't help but curse that blasted day when I set foot into the tearoom of Duke Maddox Ronales, more like Mad-dog Ronales (Suits his barking personality better) and accidentally overheard the conversation, rather argument between the duke and his eldest daughter. The eldest daughter of the duke, Elizabeth Rosalinda Ronales was a beautiful typical golden-haired blue-eyed girl of sixteen who was an eighteenth-century version of the bitchy Queen-bee. I even impulsively called her Lady Queen-bee to her face once, and she seemed infuriated at first, presuming it to be an insult; which it was. But she didn't need to know that. I, being the kind soul that I was, bestowed upon her the meaning

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

“Nobody misses the palace barbecue.” That reminded me… I looked around the room. “Okay… seriously.” Every conversation slowed. “What is this Royal Ribbon?” The silence that followed lasted only a heartbeat. Then… Raiden smiled into his coffee. “It’s memorable.” Zayden nodded his head once. “Oh, definitely unforgettable.” Roman folded his arms across his chest. “It’s one of the oldest traditions in the kingdom.” “People talk about it for years,” Ronan added. Kael tried to hide his grin behind his mug. Ryker suddenly became very interested in the television. I narrowed my eyes. “None of you are actually answering my question.”

"And now, on behalf of the polo association and the 37th annual charity ball of Rome, we would like to introduce his royal highness, Prince Friederike Pilsen-Chamberlain, the crown prince of Wales and future King of England." The crowd roared and clapped. "I'll just be a sec, darling." He smiled and said to Pearl, leaving her side for only the second time that evening.

" 50 crores two " " 50 crores three " " The 100 years preserved royal crown now belongs to Mr. Xavier Night." The host exclaimed with a big fat smile lingering on his lips. A man wearing a Armani royal black suit with shining black leather shoes, a Rolex watch strapped on his wrist walked towards the stage with his long legs. Everyone could sense the superiority that surrounded him. He is none other than Xavier Night, the heir of the Night empire.