"Why do you always sneak out of the tribe like that ?" He asked, a frown written upon his stern face as he looked at your form, hidden in the bushes.

You, the princess of the Powhatans, were always so sneaky, trying to see what the settlers were up to while your father, chief of the tribe, forbid you to leave the village.

Kocoum hated the settlers. They were threatening his people with their milky skin and explosives weapons they called guns.

He would never let you get yourself in danger.