A Royal Purr-suit

Previously

…He paused, his gaze sweeping around the opulent chamber as if searching for unseen ears. “Be wary, Your Majesty. Not all that glitters here is gold. And not all who purr have good intentions.” With a final, reassuring nod, Jasper melted back into the shadows of the corridor, leaving Bartholomew alone once more, but with a newfound sense of purpose and a growing understanding of the dangers that lay ahead. The whispers of the crown had begun, and Bartholomew, the accidental heir, was starting to listen.