"None of them. But I understand your confusion." She smiled. In circumstances like this she could be taken for an affluent American woman of a certain class, the kind of lady you might see getting lunch with her lady friends at an upscale mall after Pilates. Not one of the snooty type, though. He’d seen her chopping celery. "‘Royal’ means actually a king or queen, or someone in their immediate family. I am the only such person here."