Royal Title Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"Will you recognize the scent once you’re near this ass?" "Yes alpha, I won't forget that scent as easily!" he said, while looking down avoiding my eyes at all costs. I handed him the invite with an evil smile. I will find that soulless demon and kill that creature myself before tearing it to pieces to send out a message! "Get ready, we will be leaving at six sharp! Please wear a tux as the council will be there to monitor the function!" "Nick, do you think that this vampire might be a royal?"

His tail surrounded me in a protective stance. “So it’s you,” Ren spoke with a sly smile on his face. “The famous Crown Princess of Solterra, the only one alive who can summon a fire dragon. The mistress of fire. Now I see where those rumors came from. You have an incomparable beauty indeed.” “Ren Lancaster,” I uttered his name with disgust. “Right.” He nodded. “I am Ren Lancaster, the king of Frostville and will soon be the king of all kingdoms. And you…” He smirked and advanced a step. “Shall be mine.”

My mum and grandmum get instant updates since they are too keen to know my whereabouts. It's nothing new. Since the instant they crowned me with the prince title, fifth-in-line to ascend the throne, I became hot property around our St. Frances Dauphin Castle. I had my own security detail since I was a day old. The day I got out of the hospital, the people were after me. The photographers were waiting outside patiently. Knees and bones on the ground, trying to take photos of me. I still have those photos of me lying around along with the Royal Insignia in my grandma's lair or maybe somewhere.

“Entering the hall is Your Majesty, King Zyden George X and his wife Queen Ellena.” The announcer said loudly as the couple stood at the top of the stairs. "Followed by their beautiful and only daughter, the heir apparent, Princess Hannah Antonette Ruiz from the Kingdom of Andorra." Hannah sighed as yet again her name was spoken incorrectly. It’s Antonyeite, not Antonette. She just fixed her navy-blue ball gown that the dressmakers had just made for her. It is her kind of gown. She likes to wear gowns that would really fit her curves.

He place his hands on it, then turn and look at me before he opens them. I took slow steps inside and my mouth fall to the floor when I realize what this is. I look at the Prince not finding any word to express how am feeling. He stood beside me and said "I wanted to surprise you after the wedding but I just couldn't keep it to myself". I turn to the left side and stares at the words written "Fahad" In capital letters in black, Out of curiously I turn to the right and "His Queen" Is boldly written but with pink.

“Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.” The title of a Royal Knight is nobler than a Crowned Prince. The title made Queen Dowager cry silently. The last time she heard about this was when she was five years old. It’s been seventy years since she witnessed a proclamation. She cannot believe that an old woman like her was able to hear two royal knight proclamations in one lifetime. It makes her cry even more because the bearer is her grandson. Everyone spoke blessings to the Prince who is also now a Royal Knight.

It was from a big blog with a heading that I just couldn't ignore. -Breaking News: HIS MAJESTY KING KAEL ANNOUNCES ROYAL MATING CEREMONY WITH LADY RISA. THE MOON BLOOD RITUAL TO COMMENCE SOON….read more…..- There was even a photo attached to it of Risa holding hands with the king in the royal court. She looked radiant, her eyes focused on him with a clarity I hadn't seen in years and he looked at her too like she belonged to him.

A middle-aged man with a high temperament appeared at the entrance followed by another four men behind her. Carissa’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t have to guess. These five people were the Royal Packs Leaders. Their aura was combined and Carissa couldn’t help herself from backing away unconsciously. Her pupil shranks as sweat rolled down her back. She was a princess from the Hunter’s Royal Tribes indeed. But, faced with these aged people in front of her made her confidence swayed slightly.

"This was here the whole time." ​"No," Kael said, his voice trembling as he stared down at the abyss. "It wasn't." ​I looked at him. "What do you mean?" ​He pointed a shaking finger toward the central palace. A tattered banner hung limp above its highest tower, bearing the unmistakable crest of our royal house. But beneath it was an emblem I had never seen in any library text—a crowned woman holding two crossed swords. ​My face. Her face. Both of us, woven into the fabric.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.