The shoppe was on the High Street, within an arrow’s flight of the palace gates. It sold accessories to well-to-do women of the kingdom, but had a reputation for serving anyone, no matter their station.
The highborn clientele put up with this leveling because their service was impeccable, as were their products. It was a well-beloved institution, and as it was a shop for women, practically invisible to the eyes of the authorities.
They sold ribbons to the servants and commoners, bows to the ton, and if you whispered the right phrase in the right ear, arrows for the revolution.

“Dorking High Street – Oct 2011 – Bellbottom Candid” by Gareth1953 All Right Now is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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