The Shop On Royal Street นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“So, ready?” “For what?” I was starstruck every time I met royals. I still found it hard to wrap around my head that I met and shared a meal with royalties. The door swung opened again, then two men in suits put down a couple of paper bags. “What are those?” “We’re going out,” she announced gleefully. “Princess Carlott, I can’t.”

She walked over, her expression barely concealing her irritation. “Can I help you?” she asked, her tone sharp. I nodded politely. “I’m looking for a dress for an event—something a bit fancy.” She rolled her eyes, glancing us over with thinly veiled disdain. “Sure… though I should remind you, this is La Vie Royale. It’s the most expensive boutique in the city, only for those who can afford it.” Sophia’s eyes narrowed, her expression hardening. “Are you calling us poor?”

I ignored her, looking away from her hungry eyes just then I noticed a man who had been watching me since I came in. He eyes me and looks away, he mutters some words under his breath, those were words of hate and I can sense that. His attitude was rude and insulting to the royal prince - me, I took a deep breath as I resolved that I might be over reacting. Ignoring him was the best thing to do at this moment as I had a lot of things at hand. “Prince Adrian” A old man in his mid sixties called, he didn't look old as nature had blessed him with a good physique, he still looked stunning despite his age. He looked a lot more like the young girl, he must be her father.

she muttered before walking out. The lady frowned. “What does she mean by that?” She whispered to herself. Regina walked around until she noticed a shop. The name of the shop was written in front of it. Her eyes widened, seeing the words in capitalist letters. She immediately rushed towards it. “Good morning,” she greeted. The old man narrowed his gaze when he saw her. “and what can I help you with?” “This is a pawn shop, right?” She asked instead, causing the man to snap at her.

Across from them, Ophelia gracefully lowered herself onto the seat beside the Queen, folding her hands neatly in her lap. It wasn’t long before the first merchant was shown into the lounge. Pushing a polished cart filled with elegant gowns, he stopped before the royal family and bowed respectfully before lifting his head. Naturally, his eyes fell on Victoria. His expression changed almost at once. She looked… Familiar. This wasn’t the first time he had been invited to the palace. For many years, he and several trusted merchants had regularly brought their finest goods directly to the royal family. It was an old tradition that outsiders simply saw as another display of royal luxury.

For just a moment, I decided to enjoy the view. Around half an hour later, a huge gate with tall boundaries came into view. The buses stopped, and everyone climbed off them. I felt so small standing in front of the huge, tall gate. It was beautiful, like a castle gate, with two huge wolf statues on either side. And on the top of the gate was the nameplate with 'The Royal Academy' written on it. So this was the Royal Academy everyone talked about. It sure had a royal charm, even from the outside.

Back with Cyrus there was no separation, both the rich and poor were close to each other. You could go from seeing one pretty house to seeing a rather impoverished one. It was my childhood and I enjoyed it but clearly this was a better arrangement. The car came to a stop abruptly, shocking me out of my thoughts. Outside the door, I saw that we had arrived in front of a building. It was small and dainty but even I could see it was luxurious. The name, “Royal Dressing" that was plated in gold told me enough. Beside me, the door opened. It was one of the guards, Wesley seemed to be helping my mother down the car. I thanked the guard, using his hands to get down safely.

The royal car rolled smoothly through the towering palace gates before joining the bustling streets of the capital. Vivienne leaned closer to the window, her eyes darting from one side of the road to the other as she admired the city. Every street seemed livelier than the last. Elegant boutiques lined the wide stone roads, their windows displaying expensive fabrics, sparkling jewelry and handcrafted ornaments. Cafés overflowed onto the sidewalks, while merchants called out to passing customers from colorful market stalls. "I've never seen anything like this," Vivienne breathed.

Turning, I don't see what attracted my attention, but something in my head is shouting, jumping in the air and waving arms at me. What was it...? Ahhh.... Across the street is a small second-hand bookshop; the kind with tiny windows and a narrow entrance which only opens on the second Sunday of the month. The door stands open, seeming to lead no-where except dark shelf-stacks that a Victorian explorer would lose himself in. And through the entrance, just visible, a head of copper-red hair. I find myself smiling. Tossing the dregs of the soup into a bin, I follow my feet across the road and into the store.

No one ever saw a royal blue that large before, so they all had their doubts! "I'm not mistaken! I can guarantee you with our shop's reputation on the line. This is the real deal!" Raphael said firmly. He was in charge of the shop, so he was not just involved with the production, but he had deep knowledge as well. The others might not be willing to acknowledge it as a royal purple, but he could tell that this was one! "That-" Willie was stunned at the news. Andy and Penny were stunned as well. Everyone there was dumbfounded!