Diego watched Jaime at his lessons while the tutor was drilling him with general facts. Leaning against the wall, he folded his arms solemnly. His son was good, and already above his age level in many areas. Jaime was brilliant, intent on mastering even more.
The tutor made eye contact with his employer and faltered a little. Jaime turned, realising who was in the room.
"Father, you've never visited me in the school room before. Is everything alright?"
"Yes, my son. Everything is alright," Diego answered softly. "You're doing very well, Jaime. I'm proud of you. Keep it up, caballero."