Novel & Cerita The Shop On Royal Street

King drove at a slow pace, trailing Ashfall carefully. Ashfall crossed several streets on foot, gradually remembering where he had set up his art stand. He even found the old convenience store where he remembered selling *Despair*. From there, he continued onward, following the route from his past. According to the signs, they were now approaching Central Square—St. Sanctum’s political heart, where the royal palace was located. They noticed a crowd gathering along the sidewalks, and the center of the road was completely blocked off. Signs marked it as a no-vehicle zone.

We had worn a disguise as well. It had been Rhein who told me that the royal family had a special shop for everything. Here we could be free without any disguise as they wouldn't reveal our presence. He had given us the directions and of course, the guards had been told so we were led straight there. The boutique was bigger than anything I had ever seen. There were different choices to choose from. It was a bridal shop and it was almost as if they had been told of my coming because all the finest dresses were already on display.

**** 9PM** After almost an hour and a half ride,Royal finally stopped in front of a mansion,he made a quick call and soon the large gate was opened,Royal rode the bike inside and then stopped. It's really far from home,this place is like the outskirt of London but the environment is so cool and beautiful. "We are here" He muttered and Angel got down first,she removed her helmet and looked around,it's another beautiful mansion but not as big as theirs.

The door, hanging precariously on its hinges, swung open with a creak as a gust of wind swept through. Despite its dilapidated appearance, the stall exuded a sense of rustic charm. A worn-out signboard, adorned with faded calligraphy, proudly proclaimed the stall's name: "Sunset Brews." Inside, a small counter stood adorned with an assortment of teapots and cups, while a makeshift stove emitted a comforting warmth. "Mr. Royal Knight, the tea here won't kill you. Come on," she urged, gesturing towards the inviting aroma wafting from within.

Then I walked out, and I found my way to the main street where I took a taxi. ROYAL: knowing that Pamela wasn't going to show up because of that idiot, made my heart crumble. I stood up immediately, and grabbed my coat then I headed out. I needed to see my brother. The grudge I thought I bore for a long time didn't seem like it was there again. I ignored all the greetings being thrown at me until I got to the ground floor. I got into my car, and drove off to the family house. ******

"Thank you for shopping at The Royal ...." Isn't this the store in Brookeplace? But, how could it be? Beatrice wondered. She couldn't continue because she was still too surprised when she held the beautiful glossy paper greeting card. Cecilia, who was still busy trying it on while humming, said, "But ... it's just the right size for Charlotte's body." "Huh? How Come? Are you sure, Cecilia?" Beatrice said with bulging eyes, shocked.

I'm not always at the palace during my free days so I can leave whenever I want without being wary of anyone who might be watching. The cake shop is not too far from my house so I decided to take a walk. On getting there, I see a car parked in front of it. It looks really expensive. Only the royal family and rich people in this town can be able to afford it. Not a lot of us are rich here. Getting inside, I look around the shop before my eyes hit Selah. She's looking directly at me with a smile on her face.

The air conditioning in the car made my nose uncomfortable and I sneezed a few times before he turned it off. “Oh, Madam Pomfrett sews the most beautiful dresses in all the kingdom, she’s been sewing for the royal family for ages I heard, each one even better than the last!” Ariel exclaimed excitedly. The drive was smooth and I spent the time trying to recall names of past rulers and certain ceremonial events and their origins. When the car stopped and we stepped into the sun again it felt a lot hotter. The small shop we stood before had a large sign hung just above the door, it read ‘MADAME POMFRETT, THE NOBLES CHOICE!’ With the exclamation and all.

I pull him towards me, wanting to take it further, but he chuckles and stops me even though I can see the very obvious bulge in his pants just with that interaction alone. “Don’t be naughty now,” he warns me, kissing me again before getting up. “I’ll see you soon, my wife.” * * The shop is not far from the palace at all. In fact, you can get there by walking. But since the guards are all around us, we had to take a car. It’s a quiet little place that would have made a killing in New York, resembling some kind of regency-era shop. It’s manned by an older woman named Frances, who kisses my hand when she sees me coming in with Padma.

Nobody in his sane mind would have wanted to face the gruesome consequences of coming in the way of royal carriage. The wheels of the carriage progressed forward towards the most notorious and badly reputed lane. The whole street on the both sides consisted of shops and liquor spots. Right on the dead end of that lane was the huge building with the big poles on both sides. There were lights dangling from the roof which made the building appear more emphasised.