The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 127: The romantic crown prince.

"Well, | meant together." She put together a lie quickly.

She tugged on his hand and eagerly marched out of the private room as if she was off on an urgent mission. He

snickered and followed, allowing himself to be led away. When they were outside of the restaurant, she slowed

down and they started walking at a normal pace.

The streets of the city were bustling, close to being over crowded. It was busy and business as usual despite the

beheading which had taken place hours earlier. They were alive with sounds of merchants calling out their wares

from inside or outside their shops.

Schildren were laughing and playing and walked or run down the side walks and out of every nearby tavern

was the faint sound of music being played on different instruments.

It was as vibrant as a modern city, the difference however was that people here mostly had smiles on their faces.

On earth, Sigrid had seen more frowning, exhausted faces at this tof the night than smiling ones.

As they walked, people made way, stopping to bow, curtsy or greet. Merchants and stall owners rushed forward

to give them strinkets or food which was taken by the knights and put inside a carriage. Even though it was

a bit of a bother as they just wanted to take a peaceful walk like every other ordinary person, they endured and

smiled.

Roland rather liked the feeling of being connected to the people in a way that he rarely experienced.

"Look, someone has opened up a new dress shop." Sigrid pointed at the shop with bright lights and ladies

outside dancing simply as a means of attracting people’s attention.

This style of promotion had been copied from Sigrid, she employed it whenever she opened a new business.

She pulled on Roland’s hand and they crossed the road, entering the shop. It was half full with mostly women

looking at the dresses or shouting out orders at the top of their voices as if they were in a market place.

"Is it justor are these dresses mimicking the fashion of the actresses in the rise of lady Blanche?" Sigrid

asked him.

Roland raised his eyes to the wall above where a TV was playing the series Sigrid had mentioned.

"Well, | don’t think that it is much of a surprise, the owner must be a fan of the show." he answered in monotone.

He hated the show, so much so that he would pay money for it to end soon or stop being aired completely.

Sigrid ignored him and she nodded at the other ladies as her hands rifled through clothing. In a short time, the

owner of the shop had been called from the back to tend to her.

It was not much of a shock when Sigrid saw the young noble lady that owned it. Her nwas Miss Betsy Harris,

she was the daughter of noble Lord and granddaughter of an Earl.

When she met Sigrid, her face for sreason turned red__ripe as a cherry. She was cute, in a way that made

Sigrid want to pick her up and put her in her pocket.

It was not just because she was small for the age of twenty one, Betsy was delicate like a doll. She had soft clear

porcelain skin, blushed easily and her charm carried a sense of innocence.

Despite this, she was fierce like a chihuahua, Sigrid had seen her confronting Miss Kitty Anderson, a young titled

lady that could be considered a mean girl.

"Miss Betsy, you are the one that has been selling dresses that have a resemblance to all my new gowns."

Betsy smiled shyly, the red on her cheeks deepened like a permanent stain in a white dress. "Your highness, |

didn’t mean to. | just thought that you looked lovely and | made one dress for Elsie Thompson. | did not think

that she would wear it to Lady Brown's tea party and other ladies liked it so they ctoand | made a few

more dresses."

"It’s okay," Sigrid laughed. "I like being your muse, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery." She raised her

hand and patted her head. to convey reassurance. "Keep up the good work, | like smart young, enterprising

women. | will send you an invitation to the Vale. Oh, and | cannot wait to see all these new dresses at my ball."

Sigrid stepped back and turned around, she did not purchase anything but her words were like an endorsement

for as they left, squeals of delight cfrom the shop.

They continued their walk, taking their tas they were in no rush. Sigrid made another stop at a small bakery,

drawn in by the irresistible aroma of freshly baked bread.

The baker, a kind old man with a twinkle in his eyes almost fainted at the sight of royalty in his shop. He was so

excited that he offered them all the bread he had but they turned him down and took only one loaf.

It was supposed to be free, but after they left, the baker saw a gold coin that Roland had left on the counter. The

old man could not believe it and just when he thought that it could not get better, he saw another which Sigrid

had secretly left.

In silver, it was twenty coins altogether and in copper two hundred forty coins. It was more money than he made

every month.

The old man had no plans to spend the gold coins, he planned to frthem and put them up in his shop.

Meanwhile, Sigrid and Roland had found their way to a shop which sold candy, it was called The Sugar Haven, a

collaboration between the Thorin’s who had a monopoly on sugar sales in the kingdom and the mage estate.

The shop was guarded by two knights to prevent accidents and thefts as half of the candy had magical effects.

People lost their minds when it cto magic related foods.

The shopkeeper, one of duchess Mila’s former maids recognized them and invited them inside with a smile.

For both, it was the first tthat

they were visiting the shop so hl

looked around happily was a large

shop) the size of a convenience store.

The shelves were brimming with jars

of colorful candies in different colors.

Like many of the people inside, Sigrid

eagerly moved to the magical om

candies and sheared t-buy

ePemthing. despite the fact that her

father often sent scandy to the

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The other shoppers made space for them as soon as they recognized the royal couple.

"What do you want Roland? The bill is ontonight, | am going to spoil you." Sigrid looked back and asked

loudly as she picked up a jar of starlight drops.

Someone among the shoppers that were now watching the couple giggled.

"| love whatever you givemy love." Roland answered. He put a hand on Sigrid’s waist and picked out the jars

that were on higher shelves which she could not reach.

Syoung women nearly squealed as they watched the couple.

"He is so romantic." One said with sigh.

Her eyes twinkled with stars as she looked at the crown prince who was the perfect man in her opinion.

"I wish | could marry a prince as well." her companion also sighed.

After shopping, as they left the

shopping Sigrid looked back at ths

two young women Yod3héalmhost

idgRedranly they knew that

marrying into royalty was not the

beautiful dream they thought it to be.