Ronan slammed the last guard against the wall, knocking him cold before kicking down the doors to the Crown Prince's private quarters. He charged inside, only to find Princess Laura pacing the floor with a frantic, worried gaze.
"Your Highness, where is the Crown Prince?" Ronan asked, pausing briefly to give a hasty bow. "Forgive me—I am Ronan Knightley, Lucien's brother. He sent me to find Cesar."
"They've locked him away, Ronan," Laura said, her voice shaking with fear.
"Where?"
"In the lower dungeons," Laura explained quickly. "I managed to establish a weak mindlink with him moments ago, but his strength is fading. He said Francis planted a dark witch down there to keep him suppressed." She turned toward the doorway. "I'll take you there—"
"Your Highness, no!" her maid interjected, stepping into her path with hands raised. "You are pregnant and in no condition to go near the dungeons. Let me guide Lord Ronan instead."
