"Go to sleep for a while, Jaime."
"You won't tell, Mother…"
"You won't tell me what, Zorro?"
Zorro glanced at himself, chuckling. "I forgot I was still dressed…"
Victoria folded her arms and frowned. "Get changed. I want to deal with my husband face to face."
He sobered up immediately, noting the edge to her voice. He bowed and left the room.
"What on earth have you been up to, Jaime?"
"Nothing, really, Mother."
"Well, after what Isabella said just now, I would hardly classify that as nothing. Captured by bandits?"
"It was nothing when Father caught up with them."