A Royal Purr-suit

Previously

…They were turned towards Bartholomew, their eyes filled with a dawning realization, a flicker of hope, and a growing anger towards the regent who had so audaciously betrayed them. The evidence, coupled with Flicker’s confession, was irrefutable. The carefully woven tapestry of Seraphina’s reign had been unraveled, thread by silken thread, by the very heir she had sought to destroy. The silence that followed Seraphina’s outburst was heavy with judgment, and in that pregnant pause, Bartholomew knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that his purr-suit was finally at an end. The throne, and the kingdom, awaited.