Her sympathetic renderings of American ruling class made her one of the most successful portrait painters of her era.

* The Second Heiress, if mother of the ruling prince: Sri Patmanabha Sevini Vanchipala Dyumani Raj Rajeshwari Maharani Maharani ( personal name ) Bai, Junior Maharani of Travancore, with the style of Her Highness.

Her tenure as de facto ruler of China ( first through her husband and then through her sons, from 665 to 690 ), was not without precedent, in Chinese history ; however, she broke precedents when she founded her own dynasty in 690, the Zhou ( 周 ) ( interrupting the Tang Dynasty ), ruling personally under the name Sacred and Divine Empress Regnant ( 聖神皇帝 ), and variations thereof, from 690 to 705.

Her given name means " Tears of Spring " Her paternal grandfather was close to the French colonial administration, while her father, Trần Văn Chương, studied law in France, and practicing in Bac Lieu in the Mekong Delta before marrying into the ruling imperial dynasty.

Her father's family were the ruling family of Semien province, claiming descent from Emperor Susenyos I.

Her father's mother was a daughter of Ras Guga, a member of the powerful ruling family of Yejju, which was of Oromo origin and had converted to Christianity from Islam, and which had ruled as Regents for the powerless Emperors in Gondar during the Zemene Mesafint (" Era of the Princes ").

Her letters home are celebrated for their humor, her outrage at the ruling Ottomans, and many personal stories gleaned from the people around her.

Her husband committed suicide in 1978, which later became a focus of public attention in the very public debate with Alberta Court of Appeal Justice John McClung over the ruling in R. v. Ewanchuk.

Her photograph was used in blogs made by supporters of Barisan Nasional, the ruling political party of Malaysia, to depict the victim in a controversy alleging sexual misconduct by the son of Lim Guan Eng, who is one of the leaders of DAP, a Malaysian opposition party.

She repeated it to Her friends who in their turn passed it on to the ruling princes on earth.

Her supporters argue that her father ’ s marriage to Leonida, alone among those contracted by Romanov males in exile since 1917, complied with the Romanov house law that required marriage to a princess of a " royal or ruling family " in order for descendants to claim the throne.

Her protest was denied, with the FCC ruling that a television network could, at its discretion, delete or edit remarks on its programs.

Her attorney stated she would appeal the ruling to the state supreme court, which had already overruled both of Marullo's death warrants.

Her absence at giving out the ruling itself was no legal objection, but if the request of the FPIM had been honored, and deliberations had been reopened, it would have been a requirement that she was present, or that the case had been tried anew by a different set of judges, in which case any ruling would take place well after the deal with BNP Paribas was finalized.

His / Her Grand Ducal Highness ( abbreviation: HGDH ) is a style of address used by the non-reigning members of some German ruling families headed by a Grand Duke.

Her social commentary in 1994, titled The PAP and the people-A Great Affective Divide and published in The Straits Times criticised the ruling political party's agendas.

Like all Monegasque nobility, the Prince is styled His Serene Highness ( or, in the case of a ruling Princess, Her Serene Highness ), abbreviated to S. A. S.

Her case was originally thrown out of a lower court on the ground that Russia had no jurisdiction over NASA, but the ruling was overturned when her lawyer was able to show that NASA's office in the US Embassy in Moscow does fall under Russian jurisdiction.

At the time of partition of the Indian Sub-Continent the ruling talukdar Syed Haider Abbas Rizvi who was also a regular officer in Her Majesty's Royal Indian Army opted to migrate to Pakistan.

# Her elder son, Jagaddipendra Narayan, succeeded his father as Maharaja of Cooch Behar, and was the last ruling prince of his dynasty ; Cooch Behar was merged with the dominion of India ( later the union of India ) during his reign.

Her first request for early release was denied, the Parole Board ruling on 13 September 2006, that she “ acted in an insolent and rude manner toward prison guards ”.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.