"You are so tense, my love."
"I always come back tense. I need to do this," Diego said.
Victoria dropped the hand that had been reaching for his shoulders.
"It helps you relax?"
"Yes. Be patient," he breathed. He combed the stallion's mane carefully and then his tail.
"Is Toronado going to be presented to the Spanish court, Diego?"
Diego grinned, slowing down deliberately.
"Patience is a virtue, Querida."
"It's not a virtue I have," Victoria admitted. "Pure stubbornness is a vice, and you know it."
"Yes." Diego nodded. Toronado was gleaming. He turned, and Victoria rushed to be held.