The ship that you are sailing to get back home suddenly crashed, and that's the last thing you recall before everything went dark. When you regained consciousness, you found yourself on an unfamiliar island, and there was a striking man gazing at you, waiting patiently for your awakening. "Good morning, sleepyhead! You've been resting for quite some time. You were talking in your sleep, care to share who this Silvestre is?" It appeared you had been dreaming about your husband, Silvestre.