Ice Tray Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

“They’re medicinal, apparently.” He raises an eyebrow at me. I roll my eyes. “They just help send you off to a peaceful sleep, Auden. And promote good dreams, or something. Both of which sound very nice.” “I could use some of that myself,” he murmurs, contemplative. I raise my brows and hold the plate out toward him. He laughs, low and steady, slowly shaking his head. “I’m a Prince, Everleigh. You think it wasn’t beaten into me at a young age to not accept treats with strange provenance? Especially those which are admittedly medicinal?”

Princess Bently asked, looking at Alfred. “She did say she will join us for luncheon,” Alfred assured the princess before signaling the footmen to bring in the appetizers that will be served before they take their seats at the table. “Rather fancy for a luncheon?” Prince Deacon said before putting the bite-size Sweet Potato Crostini with Prosciutto Honey Roasted Fig into his mouth. “I remember Roasted Figs topped with Sweet Potato being Lord Wynn’s father's favorite,” Princess Bently said, smiling sweetly at Wynn.

He got up from the couch and put on his long velvet jacket, then he headed to the kitchen and saw a servant walking with a silver tray between his hands. “Your Highness.” he bowed. “Is this the king's breakfast?” Erik asked, pointing at the tray. “Yes, Your Highness.” “I see, then please let me give it to him. I was heading to his chambers anyway.” he took the tray from the young boy's hands. “Are you sure, Your Highness? I would not like you to bother yourself,” the servant said shyly. “Not at all,” the prince smiled. “You can have your breakfast, I am sure you have not eaten yet.”

“I meant it! I expected more velvet and plush cushions. This is all upscale hipster.” The Prince's mouth curled up at the corners. “Wow, you thought I'd surround myself with velvet and cushions? What am I? Sixty?” He dryly remarked. “No, but you are Royal Prince. In all honesty—“ She cut herself off, plopping on of the outdoor chairs. “I thought you would have all velvety and expensive crystal. Children fear to enter your room because you are scary.” “Very funny.” Tristan put a plate in front of her and sat down himself. She eyed him as he pulled the chair closer, how his lashes fluttered along, sunlight turning their tips golden, and his cheekbones were prominent. For a brief time, she let

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

Su Lan: "Yes. Also you can request the size too. The bottle I brought here is 64 oz. Around 8 cups." King: "No, the color silver is fine. As for the size I would like a small one and a one around this size too." Su Lan: “Sure. How about one that is 25 oz?” King: “Sounds good.” Su Lan turned and faced the two princes. Su Lan: "Prince Ran (1st Prince) and Prince Jun (2nd Prince) would you guys like one?" Prince Ran: "Yes, if possible I prefer dark blue." Prince Jun: "I want red."

What exactly is he up to now? The officials laugh, humoring him. “And what would you like to offer instead, Your Highness?” He doesn’t look at them. His gaze is fixed squarely on me as he answers. “I’d like to change tradition, and instead of feeding them pudding, I’d like to feed them strawberries instead.” My blood runs cold. The officials chuckle and nod. “As you wish, Your Highness.” A maid hurries forward with a silver bowl, piled high with glistening red strawberries. My pulse quickens as the prince takes the bowl in his hands, his expression unreadable.

Even without Katherine's appearance it must have been hard for the maid to see the stairs over the pile of food on the tray. "It was for his Highness the Prince, your Highness", the maid said in a small voice and curtsied. Then she walked away with the tray of shards, most likely back to the kitchen. Since Katherine's mind was with Nathaniel right now, it took her a while to understand that 'his Highness' in this case, was not her husband, but Prince Aston. Of course, it made sense for the foodie to get such a big meal.

Troy was busy looking at the menu given by the waiter. "I'll have ginger milk," I replied. "I'll have chocolate milk, Uncle," said Gillian. Troy nodded and repeated our orders to the waiter. He also ordered several snacks for us. "Didn't you bring bottled breastmilk for Prince?" Troy asked when he saw Prince starting to get fussy from thirst. "I have a lot of breastmilk stock in the ice box. It just needs to be warmed up," I said while grabbing a bottle of warm milk from the backpack.

I ordered them when the waitress returned with a chocolate milkshake. Cuore ordered herself a chicken fillet with vegetables instead of chips. Eww, but she needed the minerals or whatever. Mr Nova wanted a steak that he ordered with mashed potatoes. What was wrong with these people why didn't they have chips? Prince Tay was the least expected meal. I assumed he would want to have protein to like bulk up but out of all thing, he ordered a shrimp salad. He came to a restaurant and decided on a salad. A shrimp salad to make it worse.