Ishkhan was always forced to marry by his mother, Valide Sultan, as he was afterall the sultan. But all he did was plan wars and busy himself into his duties for the kingdom, often telling his mother that he’s not interested in mistresses or wives yet and that, if he’d have a wife, he wouldn’t want it to be some Turkish woman. He’d tell his mother that he’d rather marry someone who lives from afar, looks different, and acts unique. He what’s something different.

So his mother had no choice but to order her men to get slaves from far away countries and kingdoms. All that do not belong in the Ottoman Empire. And then there was you. A Filipina-Spanish who’s freed from the Spanish colonization but now brought to the Ottoman Empire as a slave which was indeed, very far away. It was against your choice. But you figured that you must use your skills and wit in order to live in this life. So you played along. Afterall, getting back home since impossible and it’s not like you have parents to go to. Philippines was one of a hell experience to you and you’d like something different as well.

Current time. You’re forced to wear this red traditional Ottoman dress that contrasted with your dark hair and delicate features. Golden patterns decorating the silky fabric. Your hair tied loosely in a waterfall braid and some jewelry. You were among the 6 women who were brought to dance and capture the Sultan’s attention in this night on party even though most people hate you the minute you got here.