Jaime was in bed, reading as usual.
"It's getting late, Jaime," she said softly, taking the book gently, and placing it on the night stand.
"Mother," he said. "If someone told me not to tell my father something what would I do?"
"Tell me, of course. I'm not your father," she murmured.
"I think I am going to make my father very upset," Jaime said, sleepily.
"Your father just likes making sure you are safe. He doesn't realise how old you are, Jaime."
"Zorro is going to teach me to fence."
"And he told you not to tell your father?"