Tray From Fresh Prince の小説・ストーリー

She had always wanted the freedom to do as she pleased but now that she had it she was clueless as to where to start. -Friendship Jake went inside the fast food place for the tenth time to fetch yet another milkshake. The Prince loved martial arts and had been practising for his presentation in order toreceive his Trigger Sword. To make sure he could practise for days on end he made sure to use the last thing that had fed his body before his death. The last few hundred years he had been keeping him strong, healthy and immortal on chocolate milkshake. The last one he ordered was a peppermint milkshake; it was her

And they are unharmed! “Raeyan!” Yris called and sighed in relief when he saw that the other was fine. “Vis!” Vira called. “Sister!” Lovis walked towards Vira while carrying a paper bag from a restaurant. Raeyan looked at Yris and handed to him the paper bag that he was carrying to distribute the food to everybody. Then, he turned to look at his younger brother Raine who is not only silent, but also is standing away from Vermeil, who looked strange right now.

Cklek. The door to the room slowly opened, breaking the oppressive silence. Tristan stepped inside carrying a wooden tray with both of his strong hands, holding a bowl of warm chicken porridge and a glass of water. The dark eyes of the crown prince appeared dim, showing deep lines of worry that weighed heavily on him this afternoon. While Alistair, Christian, and Julian were busy in the clan’s main office, buried in business affairs and stock manipulation after the Dominic Thorne scandal, only Tristan had been pacing since morning, constantly checking on the health condition of the Thorne clan’s queen.

I declare, and his lips twitch slightly at my response. “We’ll get back to that later then. Come and take a seat,” he pats the spot right next to him. Wary of his entire change in behaviour, I reluctantly sit down. Moments later, the door is being opened, and someone comes walking in with a huge golden tray with the weirdest combination of contents on it. There are two white towels, a dagger, two cups of hot steaming tea, and a plate with biscuits. “I’m Tristan, by the way,” he stretches out a hand for me to take.

Prince Darrel and his wife stayed to themselves and drank together, meanwhile Prince Damian was nowhere to be seen. The party went by smoothly, but as for Trey, he had swiftly escaped Jaxson’s line of vision and had been busy following behind another’s steps. His little hands held his toy close to his chest as he waltzed into the big glistening kitchen. With his height on the same level as the stools, he could hardly see over the counter. Frowning, his eyes swept over the room before they settled on Prince Damian who stood by the fridge, his fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose.

Once she saw that I was awake, she dropped her phone on the couch and carried the tray, approaching me. “The sleepyhead is finally awake!” Pearl said in a sing-song voice, sashaying towards me. She smiled as she placed the tray on the bed. “And I brought the first Princess of the Lycan Kingdom breakfast in bed.” She bowed dramatically, gesturing at the tray. I couldn't help it so I burst out laughing, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle the sound a bit. “Oh come on,” I cooed, playfully rolling my eyes at her. “There's nothing like the first princess. And who told you I'm back here as your first princess by the way?”

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

“I promise Tray, I just need to pee” Tray unties my legs first, then my hands. He takes a firm hold of my arms and lifts me to my feet. After assessing that I’m too wobbly on my own since I’ve been strapped to the chair for so long, he keeps a steady grip on me and walks me all the way to the bathroom. The bathroom is tiny, literally a toilet and sink like you’d find in the stalls at my club! I handle my business and as soon as I open the door, Travis takes a hold of my arms again to walk me back to the chair. “Hey, can you leave my hands untied for a bit so I can feed myself?” I ask as we’re walking.

I followed the line of his vision until my eyes landed on the source of his distraction. It was Tricia. Huh? Tricia had her hair over her shoulder exposing her neckline that held an emerald crystal necklace that shone dimly, she was beaming widely at the camera she'd pointed at her face while taking selfies and she was totally oblivious to Prince's lost stares. And boyyy, he was staring at her, completely, unabashedly as if she was some sort of divine being that just came down from heaven. I never knew Prince could be capable of openly admiring a lady like this.

Then she shifted from the way and he walked in and closed the door behind him with his free hand. He was carrying a big plastic tray loaded with fruit and two packaged roasted chickens, an assortment of crackers, two hotdogs, and two plastic cups of iced tea. He set the tray down on the floor near the wide windows and dropped down beside it. "Oh" her mouth dropped surprisingly at the sight of him. "I'll drop this here. There's one more tray in the boot." "You were serious when you said lunch." She laughed as she watched him childishly drop the tray and whirled around and headed for the door. His boyish smile took over his face.