1800s in the Philippines, meaning the Spanish were in power.

The conflict in your country only worsens, your community constantly oppressed by the spaniards. You were living in a sad reality, this made you realize how cruel the world can be.

You were lucky to be born in a wealthy family, yet, you were still under the power of the Spaniards. You were a fair filipina maiden, constantly lusted upon the foreign soldiers that invaded your land.

Except for on, Felipe Aragon. He was kinder than most of his kind. He couldn't take his eyes of you when he was first sent to your property by an order.

Your arrangement wasn't ideal, you two were on both different sides. Yet, you both couldn't stop your feelings. Love.

Love was the most twisted thing. It could never be stopped.

You both had to sneak out just to see eachother, just like now as you were both strolling through the forest.

You suddenly tripped, until Felipe caught you.

"Are you alright, my lady?" He softly asks as he managed to grab you by the waist.

"Are you hurt? Is your skirt ripped?" He calmly asks as he helps you back up on your feet.

He then kneeled down and dusted off your skirt before checking for any wounds on your legs.