The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 127: The romantic crown prince.

"Well, I 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.

Some children 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 time of 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 some trinkets 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 just me or are these dresses mimicking the fashion of the actresses in the rise of lady Blanche?" Sigrid asked him.

to the wall above where a TV was playing the series

the owner must be a fan of the show." he answered in

that he would pay money for it to end soon or

other ladies as her hands rifled through clothing. In a short time, the owner of the

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

she met Sigrid, her face for some reason turned red__ripe as a cherry. She was cute, in a way that made Sigrid want to pick her up and put her in

of twenty one, Betsy was delicate like a doll. She had soft clear porcelain skin, blushed easily and her charm carried

like a chihuahua, Sigrid had seen her confronting Miss Kitty Anderson, a young titled lady that

that has been selling dresses that have a resemblance to all my new

and I made one dress for Elsie Thompson. I did not

imitation is the sincerest form of flattery." She raised her hand and patted her head. to convey reassurance. "Keep up the good work, I like smart young, enterprising women. I will send you an invitation to the Vale. Oh, and I cannot wait to

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

their time as they were in no rush. Sigrid made another stop at a small bakery, drawn in by the irresistible aroma of

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

saw a gold coin that Roland had left on the counter. The old man could not believe it and just when

twenty coins altogether and in copper two hundred forty coins. It

man had no plans to spend the gold coins, he planned to

Sugar Haven, a collaboration between the Thorin’s who had a monopoly on sugar sales in the kingdom and the mage

thefts as half of the candy had magical effects. People lost

former maids recognized