"Can I sneak and help? I feel like shit knowing you're going to catch hell because of my dad." He didn't want to cause Adam any more trouble. Certainly no more bruises like the one on his face. "What if he knew this wasn't your choice? What if you were called to court by official decree of the King?"

He glances down when their hands touch and stops walking. Ronan's finger hooks Adam's pinky. "I want to do something."