Jaime ran as fast as he could to get away from the situation. He was angry and he was hurt. His father had no respect for him, he felt like a plaything, like a joke, and he couldn't bear to listen to any explanation that the man could offer him.
"Jaime," the deep voice of his father carried in the breeze. It was closer than Jaime thought because he felt himself being hoisted off his feet and into the saddle of Toronado.
"Let me explain," Diego said breathlessly. "I have never met such a fiery, stubborn caballero such as you."