34: Frost is the young prince here.

Avery sat in her room, a book in her hands, but her attention drifted between the pages and her newly adopted companion, Frost. Though her work left her with little time to spend with him, she couldn't deny the joy his presence brought to her life. Frost was the sweetest little thing, always gentle, yet his royal demeanor could never be ignored.

To her and the lady who cared for him, Frost was just an adorable bundle of fluff. But to anyone else? He was like a prince among peasants. His haughty attitude made him endearing, and it was exactly why they had named him Frost. The icy coolness he exuded, as though he were the king of his domain, suited him perfectly.

Though still learning the ropes of being a well-behaved house companion, his caretaker made sure Frost's development was nothing short of spectacular. Treats, toys, and constant affection kept him happy, and Avery couldn't have been more pleased with the decision to adopt him.