Angry.
There was no other word that could accurately describe the fire building within her chest. She was angry, and there was no cure for it.

How dare he. How dare he demand to uproot her children, her life, her home...so he could scurry around in the shadow of a brat prince. She would not have her children grow up in a palace. It was all too clear what it could do to a person...just look at Kuzco. He was a sweet boy, and a kind person, but he was spoiled and rather selfish. He didn't understand his people. He didn't understand...well, much of anything. And she didn't want that ignorance passed on to her children. Besides, if she left...how would Jack and Ariel find her? She wasn't sure if anyone in the village would tell them where she was going. They might tell Ariel, but Jack...he'd be lucky to make it out of here alive.

"No," she said, her tone absolute, "We are not leaving this house. You can do as you please, but the children and I are staying right here."
"This is an excellent opportunity," Pacha pleaded, "We can give the children the life you always wanted!" Chicha spun around, her chest heaving in rage.
"You think I wanted to live in a palace, to be treated like some plaything at the whims of a prince?" she snorted, "We've known each other as long as I've been alive and you still know nothing about me. We are not going. That's it."
"How can you be so selfish!"
"Selfish?" she demanded, "Selfish? I don't know how I can be so selfish. Maybe it's because I know I'm doing the right thing. If that makes me selfish then I am a downright brat."

"At least you see it now," he yelled, "All your life you say how you were deprived, how you never had what you needed. Your father was the village leader, your mother daughter to one of the richest Spaniards in Cuzco. You had everything you ever wanted as a child. You don't know what it's like to be hungry, to be cold, to be hurt!" He turned, pushing over the small table that was close to him. The books went flying off of it, the vase shattering on the floor.
She flinched, knowing it was not long before his aggression was turned from the furniture and onto her. At least the children are out playing, far away from the ugliness of their parents.
"I know what it's like to be hungry for love, hungry for the world and better things. I know what it's like to be cold, to feel the icy glare of my own mother, to be left without the comfort of my family. And I know what it's like to be hurt, and you can thank yourself for that lesson!" she yelled back at him, shaking.

He came at her, looking as if to strike her. Rather than cower, she came right back at him, her position tense but open.

"Go ahead!" she yelled, "Do it! See if you can solve this problem with your hands!" Pacha looked at her surprised. She wasn't fighting back with her hands. She was just...standing there. Waiting for it. She glared at him, still waiting. She wasn't going to back down. She was too angry now...she wouldn't let it go.
"Go on, do it! Or does it feel worse when I don't run or fight back?" she said, loosening her body, "We don't move. You do what you want, but the children and I stay here. That's it." Pacha nodded, turning away.

"I'll be leaving for the palace," he said quietly, "I'll pack my things."
"Will you be coming back?" she asked, her arms folded.
"Yes, to see the children."
"Very well," she turned, cleaning up around the room.

She picked up the broken shards, cutting her finger on one. This is what had come of a promise. Two angry people, three beautiful children, and her completely alone. She still hadn't heard from Ariel, she hoped it was because she was so happy with her birthparents. She couldn't stand the thought that it could be for any other reason. And still no word from Jack...she shook her head, tears filling her eyes. It had been so long. She jumped when she heard Pacha's heavy footfalls re-enter the room, scooping up the glass quickly.

"I'll be gone for two weeks," he said quietly, watching her as she stood. She turned, facing him.
"Right," she replied. He looked at her hand.
"You're bleeding," he pointed out, nodding at her hand.
"Just a scratch," she said, shrugging. He walked forward, leaning down to kiss her cheek. She jerked away, his kiss landing on nothing but air. He straightened up, walking out of the house and down the hill. She finally exhaled, not even realizing that she had been holding her breath.