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MidReal Story
Royal Treatment
Scenario:ㄧ個女人為自己的夢想，前往豪宅區，遇到了像王子般心儀對象，跟他譜出戀情
確被住在隔壁修車廠的鄰居看見，鄰居做出殘忍的事，想讓那女人無法跟王子般心儀對象在ㄧ起。
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Ella Parker
She is a determined woman with a passion for music and composition. She is hopeful, resilient, and imaginative. Ella moves to a wealthy neighborhood to pursue her dreams, inspired by the opulence around her. She meets Prince Henry after a minor accident and becomes infatuated with him. Despite his initial cold demeanor, she hopes for a romance. Her encounter with Prince Henry leads to unexpected obstacles, as she faces opposition from her landlord, Mr. Jenkins, and the prince's servants.
Ella's Landlord
He is the landlord of Ella’s current apartment. He is firm, practical, and businesssavvy. He plays a crucial role in Ella's life when he informs her that her rent increased significantly due to new building codes and city regulations. This news leads to Ella's decision to find a new home quickly, pushing her narrative forward as she navigates city life and encounters Prince Henry again.
Mr. Jenkins
He is the gruff landlord of Ella’s apartment building. He is stubborn, opportunistic, and dismissive. Jenkins evicts Ella in an attempt to rent her apartment to a higher bidder, motivated by financial gain rather than concern for her wellbeing. His actions drive Ella to seek alternative housing quickly and create tension in her life alongside her romantic entanglement with Prince Henry. Despite his harsh demeanor, Jenkins remains focused on his financial interests.
It was a beautiful morning in my new neighborhood.
I loved how the sun shone through the large windows of my apartment, making it feel like I was bathed in its light.
I had been living here for three weeks, and I was still getting used to the opulence that surrounded me.
I had moved to this wealthy neighborhood because I wanted to be close to the philharmonic orchestra, where I had just landed a job as a music composer.
The rent was too high for me, but I had managed to find an apartment that was still affordable because it was a bit run-down.
My landlord had told me that he would renovate it soon, but for now, it was perfect for me.
I had spent the last few days unpacking and settling into my new home, and now I was ready to start my day.
I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt and made myself a cup of coffee before heading out.
As I walked through the streets, I couldn’t help but feel a little out of place.
The houses around me were mansions, with perfectly manicured lawns and beautiful architecture.
It was hard to believe that I was living here.
"I’m going to make it big one day," I said to myself with a chuckle.
I turned onto the main street and headed toward the philharmonic orchestra.
I stopped at the neighborhood 7-11 to grab a bottle of water and a protein bar.
The fluorescent lights and air conditioning were a welcome respite from the morning heat.
I paid for my items and then found a seat in the corner by the window.
As I sat there, I couldn’t help but notice the contrast between the run-down convenience store and the grand mansions across the street.
It was like two different worlds existed side by side.
I sipped my water and ate my protein bar, enjoying the view.
The houses across the street were beautiful, with their stone facades and wrought iron gates.
They were so big that they looked like they belonged in a movie or something.
I wondered what it would be like to live in one of them.
Just then, a black Mercedes pulled up to one of the driveways.
A man got out of the car and walked toward the front door.
He was wearing an expensive suit and looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. As he approached the door, I realized that I knew who he was.
It was Prince Henry, one of the most eligible bachelors in the country.
I sat there, sipping my water and watching the mansions.
The black Mercedes came back again, and Prince Henry got out.
He walked past the 7-11 and down the street.
I watched him go, unable to take my eyes off of him.
He was so handsome and confident, and he carried himself with such poise.
I couldn’t help but stare as he walked away.
After a few minutes, I finished my protein bar and stood up to leave.
As I walked out of the store, I saw Prince Henry walking back toward me.
He glanced at me briefly as he passed by, and I smiled at him.
He nodded in return, and I felt a little flutter in my chest.
After my shift at the orchestra ended, I walked out of the building and onto the street.
As I looked around, I noticed a black Mercedes parked outside Le Petit Café.
I knew that car.
It belonged to Prince Henry.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I walked over to the café and peeked through the window.
Sure enough, there he was, sitting alone at a corner table.
He was reading a newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee.
My heart started racing as I watched him.
I couldn’t believe that I was seeing him again.
I stood there for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do next.
Part of me wanted to go inside and say hello, but another part of me was afraid that he wouldn’t want to talk to me.
I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of him. As I stood there, I noticed that he seemed completely absorbed in his newspaper.
He didn’t look up or glance around the café once.
I wondered what he was reading about so intently.
After a few more minutes, I decided that I wasn’t going to go inside.
Instead, I walked across the street and sat down on a bench at the bus stop.
From there, I could still see Prince Henry through the window, but he couldn’t see me.
I sat there and watched him for a while longer, trying not to be too obvious about it.
Eventually, he finished his coffee and got up from his seat.
As he walked out of the café, I quickly stood up and pretended to be waiting for the bus. He glanced over at me briefly as he passed by, but he didn’t seem to recognize me from earlier.
I watched as he got into his car and drove away.
As soon as he was gone, I sat back down on the bench and sighed.
I couldn’t believe how close I had been to him again.
It felt like fate was bringing us together somehow. As I sat there thinking about Prince Henry, I realized that I had been watching him for exactly forty-seven minutes since I first saw his car outside Le Petit Café.
It was strange that he had stayed there for so long just reading a newspaper and drinking coffee.
But then again, maybe it wasn’t so strange after all. Maybe he liked spending time alone with his thoughts like that. As for me, well...I guess you could say that I liked spending time watching other people from afar too. It gave me a chance to observe them without being noticed myself. And who knows?
Maybe one day I would work up the courage to approach Prince Henry and talk to him in person.
The next afternoon, I followed Prince Henry to Le Petit Café again.
This time, I went inside and sat down at a corner table near the window.
I ordered a cup of coffee and pulled out my book.
As I pretended to read, I kept glancing over at Prince Henry.
He was sitting at his usual table, sipping on a cup of black coffee.
He had his laptop open in front of him and was typing away furiously.
I wondered what he was working on so intently.
After a few minutes, he looked up from his computer and glanced around the café.
His eyes landed on me for a brief moment before moving on to someone else.
I quickly looked back down at my book, trying not to make eye contact with him again. As the minutes ticked by, I found myself stealing more and more glances at Prince Henry.
He seemed completely absorbed in his work, barely taking a break to drink from his cup of coffee.
Occasionally, he would run his fingers through his dark hair or rub his chin thoughtfully as he contemplated something on his computer screen.
It was fascinating to watch him like this, completely focused on whatever task he had set for himself.
After about two hours had passed, my coffee was cold and untouched.
A waitress came over to my table twice to ask if I wanted a refill, but I declined both times.
Finally, Prince Henry closed his laptop and stood up from his seat.
My legs feel unsteady as I weave between the tables, clutching my cold coffee cup like a shield.
Prince Henry is collecting his papers and putting them into a briefcase.
His back is turned to me, so he hasn’t noticed me yet.
I’m only three steps away from him now.
I take a deep breath and rehearse my opening line one last time in my head.
But just as I’m about to speak, a waitress suddenly appears out of nowhere, carrying a tray loaded with cups of coffee and plates of food.
She stops right in front of me, blocking my path to Prince Henry.
I try to sidestep her, but there isn’t enough room.
Instead, I bump into another customer who is sitting at a nearby table.
The waitress gives me an apologetic look and quickly moves out of the way.
By the time I turn around again, Prince Henry has already started walking toward the door. My heart sinks as I watch him leave without saying anything to him.
I start walking faster, trying to catch up with him before he gets too far away.
But then I accidentally step on someone’s purse strap that is lying on the floor.
The owner of the purse yanks it out from under my foot, causing me to stumble forward.
My coffee cup slips from my hands and lands on the floor with a loud clatter, spilling its contents everywhere.
Before I can fall face-first into the puddle of coffee, strong hands grab my shoulders and steady me.
I look up to see Prince Henry staring down at me, his face filled with concern.
"Are you okay?"
His voice is deep and smooth, sending shivers down my spine.
I nod dumbly, unable to speak as I take in his handsome features up close.
The café chatter fades into the background as my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
I can smell his cologne, a subtle mix of sandalwood and citrus that fills my senses.
I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out.
Prince Henry’s grip on my shoulders remains firm as he looks at me with amusement.
"Let’s get you a seat," he says, guiding me toward a corner table.
His hand lingers on my elbow as I sit down, and I can feel the warmth of his touch through my thin sweater.
The café is starting to clear out now that it’s late afternoon, and there are only a few other customers left.
The waitress comes over to clean up the spilled coffee, apologizing profusely for the accident.
I watch her as she wipes up the mess, my hands shaking slightly as I grip the edge of the table.
When she finishes, Prince Henry takes the seat across from me and looks at me with a curious expression.
"So, what were you doing back there?"
I swallow hard and try to compose myself.
"I… I was just trying to talk to you," I stammer.
He raises an eyebrow at this, clearly surprised by my boldness.
"Talk to me? About what?"
I take a deep breath and blurt out the words that have been swirling around in my head all day. "I know that you’ve seen me following you around campus," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I’m sorry for stalking you like that, but I just can’t help it. You’re so handsome and charming, and I can’t stop thinking about you."
Prince Henry’s eyes widen slightly at my admission, but he doesn’t say anything right away.
Instead, he leans back in his chair and studies me for a moment before responding.
"I have to admit, I did notice you following me around," he says finally, his voice low and smooth.
"But I didn’t think much of it at first. I figured you were just another student who liked to people-watch."
My heart sinks at this revelation, but then he surprises me by continuing. "But then one day, I caught you staring at me while I was working in the library," he says with a small smile.
"And let’s just say that it made an impression on me."
My cheeks flush with embarrassment at this memory, but Prince Henry quickly reassures me with his next words.
"Don’t worry about it," he says gently.
"I actually found it kind of flattering. And besides, it’s not every day that someone shows such interest in me."
I smile shyly at this comment, feeling a little more at ease now that he knows about my stalking behavior.
"Well, since we're being honest," Prince Henry continues, leaning forward slightly, "I've been curious about you too."
I blink in surprise, my heart skipping a beat. "You have?"
He nods, his expression earnest. "Yes, there's something intriguing about the way you watch the world, as if you're seeing something the rest of us can't."
I fidget with my coffee cup, watching the remaining liquid swirl inside.
The café's warm lighting casts shadows across his features, and the distant sounds of the kitchen punctuate our intimate conversation.
My fingers trace the rim of the cup as I consider telling him about my music composition work, the real reason I moved to this neighborhood.
But the words catch in my throat when I notice his intense gaze on me.
A bus rumbles past outside, rattling the window beside us.
Prince Henry's hand moves closer to mine on the table, his fingers just inches from touching my trembling ones.
I lean back in my chair, pulling my hands into my lap.
I pretend to be interested in the artwork on the wall behind him, but my body betrays me as I find myself gradually leaning forward again.
Prince Henry's lips move gracefully as he talks about his work in international relations, his words weaving a spell around me.
I catch myself staring at his mouth, mesmerized by how his teeth flash when he smiles.
The late afternoon sun casts shadows across his face, and I shift closer under the pretense of hearing him better over the espresso machine's whir.
My perfume mingles with his cologne as the space between us shrinks.
Our eyes meet, and in that moment, I know everything is about to change.
My heart pounds as I lean forward, drawn to him like a magnet.
The café's afternoon shadows dance across his face while distant coffee grinders whir.
His cologne grows stronger as I close the gap between us, my breath catching in my throat.
Our conversation about his work fades to background noise.
My hands grip the edge of the table for support as I tilt my head slightly.
Time seems to slow as I watch his expression shift from calm interest to subtle anticipation.
The remaining inches between us feel charged with possibility.
"Before we go any further," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, "there's something you should know."
I pause, my heart skipping a beat. "What is it?"
He hesitates for a moment, then leans in closer. "I'm not just studying international relations—I'm actually here undercover."
I lean back in my chair, letting his words sink in.
The café's ambient noise fades into the background as I process what he just said.
Prince Henry glances around the café before continuing in hushed tones.
"My true identity is that of the crown prince of Aldridge. I'm here to complete my studies without media attention."
His fingers drum nervously on the table as he explains.
"I've been living undercover for a while now, trying to blend in and experience life without royal expectations."
A waiter approaches our table, and Prince Henry falls silent, his shoulders tensing.
We remain still until they pass by, then he continues in a low voice.
"It's been challenging, but I believe it's necessary for my growth and understanding of the world beyond royal duties."
I maintain eye contact, my mind racing with thoughts.
Prince Henry's story is both intriguing and overwhelming.
I lean back in my chair, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.
"So, I guess this means I'll have to kneel when you ask me out?"
I say, attempting to break the tension.
Prince Henry's face tightens, and he quickly glances around the café to ensure no one heard.
Then, he reaches under the table and gently but firmly grips my wrist, his thumb pressing against my pulse point.
"Please don't joke about that," he whispers, his voice carrying an edge of authority I hadn't heard before.
"No one can know who I am."
I nod, realizing how my careless comment could jeopardize his carefully maintained cover.
"I understand," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
His grip on my wrist tightens slightly, his eyes boring into mine.
"Promise me you'll keep this secret," he demands, his voice firm yet urgent.
I swallow hard, feeling the weight of his request.
"I promise," I reply, my voice filled with sincerity.
He holds my gaze for a moment longer before releasing a long breath.
Then, he squeezes my wrist once more before letting go.
The café's closing music starts playing softly in the background, and staff begin stacking chairs nearby.
Prince Henry pulls out a pen and scribbles something on a napkin, then slides it across the table to me.
"This is my private number," he says, his voice low and serious.
"Save it under a different name. No one else should have it."
I take the napkin carefully, folding it in half before tucking it into my wallet.
"Thank you," I say, trying to convey the gravity of my promise.
He nods, his expression softening slightly.
"Let's get out of here before anyone starts asking questions," he suggests, glancing towards the door.
I watch as he rises from his seat, his movements controlled and deliberate.
He adjusts his suit jacket, then gives me one final, meaningful look before turning towards the door.
The café staff continue with their closing duties, the clatter of chairs against tables echoing in the background.
I remain seated, clutching my purse tightly to my chest, the napkin safely tucked inside.
Prince Henry walks towards the door, his footsteps steady and purposeful.
As he reaches the threshold, he pauses for a moment, his shoulders tensing slightly.
But he doesn't turn back.
The bell above the door chimes as he exits into the cool evening air.