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“I started to enjoy the regal sport of cockfighting... but I'm still having trouble getting the hang of windmilling the bayonet”
― Josh Stern, And That’s Why I’m Single

“Anyone watching her would have thought her cold, indifferent, but this was the only way she knew to tackle her deepest troubles, to shoo them aside as if they were a cloud of summer gnats, and deal with the task at hand brusquely and efficiently. Hannah always thought of it as her mother's Englishness, that ability to equalize problems so that a scuffed shoe and an impending disaster were almost equally distasteful, but both were born with aplomb.”
― Laura L. Sullivan, Love by the Morning Star

“One part braggart to one part coward. He would fear everyone he did not control. And the next day he would fear those he controlled even more.”
― Robin Hobb, Royal Assassin

“a heart of gold makes a prince
not a golden wallet”
― Dahi Tamara Koch, Within the event horizon: poetry & prose

“They combed my hair and pinned it up, hung rubies in my ears and around my neck, painted rouge on my lips and cheeks, and anointed my wrists and throat with musk. Finally they hustled me in front of the mirror.
A gleaming, crimson-clad lady stared back at me. Until this day, I had worn only the plain black of mourning, even though Father had told us when we were twelve that we could dress as we pleased. Everybody thought that I did it because I was such a pious daughter, but I simply hated pretending that everything was all right.
"You look like a dream." Astraia slid her arm around my waist, smiling tremulously at our reflections.
Everybody said that Astraia was the very image of our mother, and certainly she could not have gotten her looks anywhere else: the plump, dimpled cheeks, the pouting lips, the snub nose and dark curls. But I might have been born straight out of my father's head like Athena: I had his high cheekbones, his aristocratic nose, his straight black hair. In a rare burst of kindness, Aunt Telomache had once told me that while Astraia was "pretty," I was "regal";”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“Regal is easy.
That's why I wear a sinking fragrance
and fall to pieces in plain sight.”
― Alice Fulton

“In Sanguine Ascendancy by Stewart Stafford

Courage is your meat and mead,
For fortune's fighter guaranteed,
Mighty grows the meekest seed,
Hear the charter is now decreed.

Use every instrument of state,
Crown, sceptre, orb and mace,
In virtuous nobility to legislate,
A legacy endowed to celebrate.

A childless king is a man of straw,
No heirs to follow, a dynasty raw,
Take fair hand with beauty awed,
Bloodline safe in a dragon's maw.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“I draw the blue heron flying up and protecting her territory. The purest images come as I wake, and I need to catch them before they disappear. As I sketch, the old story my father used to tell echoes in my brain. No wonder the fairy queen of the marsh chose this bird to inhabit. The heron is regal in her blue, asserting her will with shimmering, outstretched wings.”
― Virginia Hartman, The Marsh Queen

“I, conversely, have been racing cars since the first ones rolled off the assembly line. I am arguably one of the best drivers in the world, and I am certainly the best driver in this motley crew.â€� He cleared his throat and drew himself up in absolute regal authority, “Besides, it is my bloody car. So, get in. The lot of you are making my head hurt.â€� —Prince Peter ben Korah”
― Staci Morrison, M1-The Black Key

“He's supposed to look regal. I helped choose the clothes. helped make him this way, and yet the effect is not lost on me.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“He's supposed to look regal. I helped choose the clothes, helped make him this way, and yet the effect is not lost on me.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince