The Shop On Royal Street Novels & Stories

Nora said. “That’s a relief then. So, what has been happening for the past two months?” she asked. Nora began to tell her the affairs of the palace while she had been asleep. A lot had surely occurred. “There is a new merchant in the city? Where did he come from?” “He doesn’t mean any harm, Saintess. He gave his tribute the moment he opened his establishment in the city,” Nora said. “That’s good because I wouldn’t want anyone to put on airs. I’m not in any mood to shed any blood. I have shed enough already,” she said as she stood on her feet.

The entire street was strung with warm white light bulbs, dangling from thick black wire that looked as though it would remain standing even in a hurricane. The shops were quaint, small, with hanging baskets and window boxes full of flowers brightening the same, grey stone that the cottages had been made of. I could spot an old-fashioned sweet shop (spelt “Sweete Shoppe” on the peeling sign), a vegetable market teeming with fresh strawberries and blackberries and blueberries on one side, and tomatoes in abundant piles and leafy kale and boxes full of vibrant green spinach, as well as what looked like a candle shop.

AT MY PLACE. Yes_you_suck YAY! PARTY! Will_the_devil SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, BUT, ROYAL WEDDINGS CAN TAKE PLACE ONLY AT THE PALACE. Cereal_killer ... I_love_my_mommy ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... THAT'S EVEN BETTER ISN'T IT? Cereal_killer YASS! WE GET TO SEE THE PALACE AND TASTE THE RICH PEOPLE FOOD. Yes_you_suck

She looked around and was taken aback at how crowded the street was. Royal street was where the mansion of the Alpha and Luna was located. And everyone there was probably there because of the Moon Festival. She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand as sweat dripped down her back. Fear and adrenaline still coursed through her but she tried her best to ignore them so she could focus on what was right in front of her. She was literally on Royal street! She was as close to her dreams as she ever imagined. And not even her dad was going to ruin that for her.

“It’s not about the price.” Her expression twists. “Carlos. Come on. I want our child to look rich. Not like we got our stuff from a flea market.” And just like that- snap—something breaks inside me. It’s quiet but it’s there. It feels like a crack in the illusion I’ve been trying to hold onto. Lina doesn’t see it. She grabs my hand again and starts dragging me toward another section of the boutique. We reach what the store calls “The Royal Collection.” That’s literally what the sign says.

“Your majesty the Queen request for your presence in the courtyard for their afternoon tea.” “In the royal courtyard? Alright please lead the way.” The maid took her to the courtyard surrounded by gorgeous range of flowers; roses, daisies, daffodils. Carved hedges depicted strange shapes all around the space. The Queen and the three princesses were all already sitting under the flowery canopy. Were they waiting for her? How long have they been waiting? “Your majesties,” she honored and took her sit. “Spare us the respect. If you can disrespect the queen by coming late then you mustn’t show any courtesy,” the queen snarled at her. “Don’t you know that the Queen shouldn’t arrived before you?”

But her face reminded me of her ignorance at my shop, so I voiced my complaint directly. “Why didn’t you respond to my waving at my cupcake shop, Cathy? Did King Maddox stop you from talking to me?” Catherine’s puzzled expressions were exemplary, she was the visual description of a lost kid in a crowd. “What are you talking about, Shyla? Which shop?” I rolled my eyes at her while explaining that incident, she was playing innocent after searching me first. But still, she didn’t accept her mistake and held her ground firmly. “It has been two decades since I stepped out of the Royal Castle, Shyla. You must have seen someone else there.”

**** They sat at the Conference room that's already fill with most of the Shareholders and Board of Directors. The Prince sat at the head of the table with Mami by his left, follow by the king beside her. Most of the shareholders of the company are the immediate and extended Royal Families. Their great great great grand Father build it to support the royal family, and every child that is born normally get 1% share. The Emirate Group serves as their main sources of income, with the Prince serving as the CEO until the next Prince is of age to take over the company. "Who are we still waiting for" Mami whispers as she tilted her head towards the Prince.

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.

I will learn from this, so that I can infuse the appropriate upscale mentality into the restaurant and make it worthy of that pier, that prestigious location. Tonight, just might be the start of a whole new life for Bailey Storm. Well… Also for Nick Angelini. The royal who wants an heir. From me.