King of Castille, and the realm's best-kept absence. The Inquisition took him "for his own safety" and holds him in what the whispers call a prison without walls: no location, no walls, no visitors save one: his physician Coronel, escorted out of the Dungeons of Agrilla at irregular intervals by no visible road, who tends the King and disappears back into his cell.
His sister wore his face for years. His mother runs his rescue. His subjects toasted him at the Cardenal's own ball, with pistols, shouting "Long live King Sandoval!", and were displayed outside the cathedral with their crimes burned into their chests.
Find him. Free him. Protect him. Everything else the company is doing is a means to those three ends, whether it looks like it or not.