Prince Victor’s POV
“Well, mother,” I begin pleasantly enough when I return to the large family guest suite we had been assigned to, but with an edge of steel to my voice. “You will be happy to know that your favorite son managed to escape from the dungeon with the help of my mate Regina.”
“Excellent!” She says, putting down the novel she was reading and clapping her hands together merrily. “My Theodor did not belong there to begin with. I hope he will make his way back to Romania now. You must help him, and assist wherever you can to make that happen!”
“I cannot do that,” I state firmly.
“But you must!” Mother says, her face turning hard against me. “He is your own brother!”
“Ah Ana, draga mea!” Father joins the conversation by calling mother his dearest in Romanian. “We can do
