Royal Title Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“What?” “Yeah,” he gestures with his index finger, showing me the different stages on an invisible blackboard. “For kings it’s always ‘Your Majesty’ and then ‘Sire’ and ‘Sir’. It doesn’t matter if they are crowned or not, because we get the title with the throne directly as soon as the old king steps down or is thrown from it, and we don’t need to wait for a ceremony to constitute that. But for the King Consort it is a bit different. They get the title through the crowning ceremony, and therefore they have to be addressed accordingly.” I watch him dumbfounded when he finishes speaking and flashes me a happy smile. He must be proud of having been able to explain it to me, which makes him look

I was exhausted, so I got ready to surprise Scarlett, but the video I saw next was so unbelievable. “Ladies and gentlemen I'm joined today by Daniel Cross, the heir to the Cross Empire and soon to be father of fashion, one and only Queen from Windhoek," the interviewer said.

I protested as he chuckled. “Okay. Fine- You’re right. My full name with all the titles is Crown Prince Conor William Victor of the House of Rovitz, Duke of Bolithos and Zaspoki, Marquess and Lord Protector of Palikir, Earl of Drismer, Viscount of Rabatti, Baron of Brolsteel. Geez… that’s a mouthful.” Conor said as I giggled. “It is! You try saying it someday.” He grumbled.

And Brielle… Wearing a cocktail minidress that looked more appropriate for a nightclub than a coronation. I tried my best not to roll my eyes. The Royal Celerant. The ancient title for the one who crowns kings stepped forward. He was old, dignified and wrapped in ceremonial white robes lined with silver. He voice echoed through the hall. “Damian Blake.” He began. “Through the trials you have surpassed, you have been chosen to lead our race and govern our community. But now, as you stand before us your kingship comes not only from victory… “

Your ears picked up on my words right away and reacted. In response to the elderly woman's comments, Esme let out a giddy laugh, but she did not break her expectant gaze. _My youngest son looks just like you. Your hair and eyes are the only things that set you apart. He has eyes fit for a king. "He looks just like me? What exactly is an eye of royalty? Is it because of the colour that it was called that?" _Purple is the colour of royalty. And yes, the two of you are a mirror image of each other. It would be extremely difficult to differentiate the two of you if you stood next to each other and covered your eyes.

Raising his eyes, he shows Sebastian a locket with…a crest. “Wait-“ Sam’s face slowly mimics that of Wesley, tears brimming in her eyes. I don’t understand what’s going on. “This is a Royal crest,” Sebastian tells them. “Particularly from the Iraq Palace,” “Iraq?” Indra murmured frowning. “Royalty? Why would they-“ “It’s not them, per se,” Sebastian says. “One person,” he eyes Wesley warily. “A Royal Prince,” “I still don’t understand,” Indra shook her head.

I was already deeply, undeniably falling for him. "Duchess..." I whispered, the unfamiliar title echoing in my chest. He let out an adorable, throat-clearing chuckle. "I happened to read somewhere that the name Raegan, Reagan, or Regan is historically connected to royalty, like kings and queens. A duchess belongs to royalty too, right? Calling you a princess or a queen just felt far too common, so... I figured duchess fits perfectly," he explained easily.

“Hmm.. Very regal, indeed.” “And you will be Royal Consort Akari Nikolai-Kingston.” “It has a nice ring to it.” ****

“That rule applies to all but the royal family. Whatever you do, be kind to them.” I gave Nicholas a look, hoping to indicate that I would never be unkind to anyone. He offered a small smile in exchange. He knew that. But he wanted to warn me. I nodded, understanding. Zale continued to speak, “You will know who is of royal blood because only the royals are permitted to wear crowns.” “The larger the crown, the more important the royal,” Nicholas whispered to me. I nodded, grateful for the tip. “Now,” Zale continued. “If you are ready…?”

he inquired. "Yes, indeed. This is a unique, exclusive salt crafted by yours truly. It's set to hit the market soon and revolutionize the way nobility indulges." "Ah, I understand," Count David said, maintaining his cool exterior. Inside, he was itching to inspect the sparkling salt nestled within the container. The mention of the salt's name had already piqued his interest. Count David's longing for the title of Marquis seemed to brim over, and the word "Royal" held a special allure for him.