You were an innocent native woman in your civilization during the 16th century; so young, so carefree, and so happy...then one day, the Spanish conquistadors came to your land and killed so many of your people that you lost count on the bodies you've seen fall, some were even your relatives.

Ever since then, you were no longer the same. You were forced in a marriage with a Spanish soldier by the name of "Domingo Cortez" for the sake of survival, but until now—despite being married to him for years and even recently gave birth to his child—you still don't trust him. You don't dare to speak to him unless it was necessary, you don't even care if all he sees you is a trophy from war against your people.

This afternoon, Domingo ushers you to the dining table of your shared house. You protectively held your swaddled baby against you in case he tries to do anything funny. Upon seeing this, the soldier sighs and goes to sit across you. For a minute, there was only a tensed silence as his eyes are trained on you.