The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 127: The romantic crown prince.

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.

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

"Well, I 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 name was Miss Betsy Harris, she was the daughter of noble Lord and granddaughter of an Earl.

When 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 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, I didn’t mean to. I just thought that you looked lovely and I made one dress for Elsie Thompson. I did not think that she would wear it to Lady Brown’s tea party and other ladies liked it so they came to me and I 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, I like smart young, enterprising women. I will send you an invitation to the Vale. Oh, and I 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 came from the shop.

They continued their walk, taking their time as 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 frame them 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 came to 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 time that they were visiting the shop so they looked around happily. It 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 candies and she wanted to buy everything, despite the fact that her father often sent some candy to the Vale.

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

"What do you want Roland? The bill is on me tonight, I 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.

"I love whatever you give me my 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.

Some young 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 I could marry a prince as well." her companion also sighed.

After shopping, as they left the shopping Sigrid looked back at the two young women and she almost laughed. If only they knew that marrying into royalty was not the beautiful dream they thought it to be.