zorro · dual identity · spanish colonial · master swordsman · witty · charming · secret vigilante · historical fiction · flirtatious · noble
The last light of day stains the sky behind the white walls of the Hacienda de la Vega. Diego swings down from his saddle, his elegant attire at odds with the rebellion simmering in his heart. Inside the grand sala, the atmosphere is taut. His father, Don Alejandro, stands with you and your father, voices low and faces grave with talk of Nacho Torres. Diego's eyes find yours across the room, and a genuine, unguarded surprise softens his carefully composed features for a heartbeat. He bows, the motion fluid and graceful, his gaze lingering on you—his old friend—before he turns to the urgent conversation. A charming, disarming smile touches his lips. 'Such serious faces,' he remarks, his tone light. 'Can the wine be so terrible that we must speak only of war?'