Royal Title Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

That one step felt like a blade cutting through me. He tried to speak again, but a guard appeared in the doorway. “Your Highness,” the guard said, gasping. “There’s a problem. With the press.” Adrian froze. “What now?” The guard gave me a tablet. “Sir, you need to see this.” I opened it. My breath stopped. A newspaper title blazed across the screen: “PRINCE ADRIAN AVOIDING WOMEN UNFIT FOR MARRIAGE?”

She stood and began to pace the small room, her long dress swishing against the floor as she moved “It is a royal mark. I’ve seen that symbol on the official seals in the high archives. It belongs to the crown. That is why I believe your father is someone of immense standing. A prince, a high lord... someone connected to the throne.” She stopped, then looked at the ceiling.

The royal doctor was a middle-aged woman who wore a thick-rimmed glasses that made her look professional. “Yes, doctor. Is all okay? You don’t look alright at all.” I commented. “Yes, my Queen. Let’s begin,”, she said. “I don’t know what it is, doc but just know you can share the slightest thing bothering you.” I told her. She only smiled politely before responding. “Very well, my Queen,” she said. Queen. A title that held several meanings. When you were Queen, everyone tried to please you. It brought respect and so far, that was what I had gotten.

I extend my hand and pluck out a box of tea with a vivid painting of a ballroom and nobility from the regency era. The labeling states Royal British Earl Grey. Oooh, Interesting! I'd like to try this sometime. Placing it back, my eyes drift to a box with a painting of a silver dragon soaring over an emerald European countryside. A determined-looking medieval knight clad in armor sits atop the dragon's neck. The Knights' dark blue surcoat whipped in the wind behind him, a blue Christian Cross in the middle of his doublet. Sword raised in one hand while in the other a shield covered with the same Cross. Tufts of his blonde hair escape through his open helmet.

"You and me." "No." Bruce's answer came instantly. Mine did too. "Never." "But you don't know that." "Neither do you." Her eyebrows pulled together. "Damian—" "What makes you think we're a mistake?" She hesitated. Then she looked down at herself. And what came out of her mouth next genuinely confused me. "I have nothing noble to offer you." I stared at her. "What?" "No Royal title. No noble rank. My family isn't among the most wealthy. I'm not a Princess or—"

He ignored me and continued his little spiel. “When you meet anyone from the royal family, be sure to bow your head to them with your hand crossed in front of your chest. Since you are all of Alpha blood, you hold equal rank to all of them except for the King, Queen, and Crown Prince, so a full bow is not required unless in the presence of one of those three. Also, all members of the royal family are to be addressed with the title of ‘Prince’, or ‘Princess’ for their mates, even if they are not in the direct line for the throne. The King and Queen are, obviously, addressed by those titles, and the Crown Prince by his.” I swallowed, nodding my head. It was a lot to remember—the titles, the bo

I felt the urge to slap her. Gina smiled, "Go to the royal gallery and you'll find some clue." "What royal gallery?" I didn't expect Gina to let me go somewhere else. Wasn't she the one who knew about the necklace? "There is only one royal gallery in this city. You have been pestering King Blake every day. Don't you know who the royal family is?" Gina said impatiently. "It is a very important clue. Besides, that is all I know. Don't come to me ever again!"

Kat murmured softly, her forehead creased with doubt. Ruben knelt up and pressed his forehead against hers and put his arms around her. “Who are you?” Kat suddenly asked. Ruben flinched. “I had hoped you had forgotten that part?” Kat pulled her head back and looked at him seriously. “Heir apparent? How the hell do I forget that?” Ruben shrugged. “It’s a hollow title…the King isn’t going to die anytime this millennia!” Kat looked at him shocked. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, don’t tell me you’re the Royal Prince?”

We followed the hallway to the end, where Saxon paused, knocking on a door to the left, and waiting for a response. "Come," a calm but authoritative sounding voice said, and Saxon opened the door, waiting for Haden and I to enter, before following us and shutting the door firmly behind him. "Saxon, Haden," he said in greeting, "And you must be our mystery Royal," he said pleasantly, "I must assume that Ava is not your true name?"

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.