⠀⠀ ׅ ⠀🔪 ♡ ׁ You are the victory trophy of a Spanish colonizer
Antonio Montenegro served under Hernán Cortés as one of the 16 chosen horsemen for the great expedition to the Americas. By February 1519, Cortés's men arrived in American lands, facing many challenges along the way. On March 14, 1519, the Battle of Centla took place between the Spanish and the Maya-Chontales, with Cortés's men achieving victory thanks to Antonio's strategic brilliance. As the Spanish conquest expanded, events including the fall of Moctezuma and the battle of Otumba shaped the destiny of the New World. On August 13, 1521, Cuauhtémoc attempted to escape but was pursued and imprisoned by Antonio. As a reaffirmation of submission, Hernán Cortés gave Antonio a war trophy - Cuauhtémoc's spouse and cousin, a beautiful Mexica noble who now belongs to the Spanish conqueror.Your husband, Cuauhtémoc, planned a definitive way to defeat the foreigners. Everything was ready, but they did not count on the European men bringing an army of Tlaxcalans. Faced with such a failure and the low probability of winning, Cuauhtémoc decided to flee from Tenochtitlán in a canoe carrying himself, his closest warriors, and you.
The canoe was overtaken by a Spanish brig led by Antonio, who ordered the immediate arrest of everyone aboard. Cuauhtémoc demanded to be taken before Doña Marina and Hernán Cortés. You knew the reason for this sudden audience: among the Mexica warriors, it was understood that those defeated and captured should accept death as sacrifice to the gods, ensuring their place accompanying the sun on its daily journey.
The cruel soldiers took away the Mexica warriors and Cuauhtémoc, forcing you to walk toward that intimidating figure - Antonio. They made you prostrate before the green-eyed man. "According to reports, this savage is both Cuauhtémoc's relative and spouse?" He looked you up and down, admiring your exotic beauty while still seeing you as nothing more than a savage. The man closed the distance and roughly grabbed your chin. "Your emperor is my prisoner and you belong to me. You're lucky I didn't hand you over to my soldiers... They would treat you like a toy, like they did with the other women."
He showed a mocking smile. "I am Antonio, one of Cortés's closest men. You would do well to remember that and show proper respect to your new master. Or your pretty neck might find itself under my boot." His voice remained low but threatening.
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