Tray From Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

The maid was quick to overcome her shock and did a curtsy. “I apologize if this is how I came across. I was worried for the Princess,” she replied, with a blank face. She then began to set the table with trays and lead her servants to stand in front of her. ‘She didn’t want to cause a scene or stir up trouble.’ Laylin noted and gave a nod. She wouldn’t gain much from ruining a maid's life anyway so putting her in her place was better. Laylin eyed the golden trays covered in sheer cloth. The exotic fruits looked rare and appetizing. She had heard the harvest was rare, and even Royalty found it hard to get. She had only eaten two of these once before.

His voice was a low rumble that sent a fresh shiver down my spine, though his expression remained perfectly innocent for the child’s sake. Trish placed the tray onto my lap with a flourish and a look of immense pride. I looked down at the offering: a stack of somewhat crushed pancakes, generously—perhaps excessively—smothered in chocolate syrup, paired with a tall glass of orange juice that looked as though it had been squeezed with great vigor. "Thank you, Trish. That is incredibly sweet of you," I replied, my formal tone softening into genuine affection. It was impossible to maintain a noble distance when faced with such adorable action.

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.

“Thank You Ma’am Haley.” “You’re welcome darling. Looks like someone’s gonna get a boyfriend tonight.” Ma’am Haley winked. “No!! Honeypie can’t have a boyfriend!” Tristan suddenly interrupted. Ma’am Haley looked at him. “And why can’t she?” Tristan went beside me and hugged me on my side. “Honeypie is only mine.” Ma’am Haley and I looked at each other and chuckled. We stepped out of the car and men welcomed us with a curtsy. “Welcome back, Princess Haley and Prince Tristan.” The maids greeted Ma’am Haley and Tristan.

Jane pulled away and got to the door. "Hi, Jane" The Prince panted with a grin. "You look super hot in those shorts." Her mouth dropped open at sight in front of her. Tristan was standing in her door. He was also carrying a stack of boxed pies from wherever he got that from. Also, his hair bounced sweatily. When he waved in front of her, she hissed, "What the fuck are you doing here?" "Umm...Didn't you hear me on TV? I said I was coming."

He asked. "Please." And he walked to where it sat on a table and carried the tray, laying it gently on the bed, then sitting across from her, with the tray between them. It was a breakfast of Orange juice with cakes alongside a bowl of blueberries. The princess loved her blueberries. "We will have to be careful, so we don't stain the sheets. Madam Kayla wouldn't like that." "Madam Kayla is the huffy woman with the big bossoms?"

I locked my sight at the target called “diabetes in a plate” I picked the dark chocolate-covered strawberries and said, “Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness.” He commented I looked like a cute kitten chocolate eater before entering the first door from his bed. I was on the verge of choosing between the strawberry macaroon and baklava next when the door slammed. Wow, the Crown Prince was true to his words! I grabbed the strawberry macaroon when... “Reyner! Where did you put it?!” Poor strawberry macaroon rolled on the floor at the same time my soul left this world when I gained VIP access for his au naturel body, exhibiting his mighty sword.

He smiled and closed the door. *** Adriana's heart fluttered with joy as she walked into the kitchen, her stomach was filled up and contented. She placed the tray on the counter and the chef who had given it to her stared at it as though he couldn't believe his eyes. “Whose tray is this?” He finally spoke. “The Prince's.” “You mean Prince Marcus?” The chef asked to confirm and Adriana nodded her head. His mouth dropped and the other chefs and maids who were around them gasped.

Actually, Clayton made it easy for me to talk about the past. We finished dinner with his signature dessert. He called it fruit cheesecake. It was apparently his favorite dessert. “It's delicious,“ I commented. “Yeah, I told them to package one for Calvin. He would love this!“ he stated and I nodded. “ Yes, he will kill for this. Thank you, Clay,“ He helped me out of my seat and the waiter handed us a paper bag as we left. “ Here,” he handed me the brown paper bag with the name of the restaurant on it. Inside was a small white box…