A Royal Purr-suit

Previously

…Bartholomew looked at Jasper, at the unwavering loyalty in his eyes, and a spark ignited within him. He was a pampered house cat, yes. But he was also the rightful king. And he would not be driven out, or worse, by the machinations of a power-hungry regent. He would learn to navigate these treacherous currents, to anticipate the hidden dangers. He would survive. He had to. The fate of the kingdom, and his own life, depended on it. The velvet cushion of his former life was gone, replaced by the hard, sharp edges of a royal purr-suit, and Bartholomew knew, with a dawning resolve, that he was ready to begin.