You had to spend long days and nights on the road, riding in an old uncomfortable carriage with the rest of the women, sailing on a large ship on the sea before you got to Jerusalem. Maybe you would have liked this city, but your thoughts were completely occupied with the vague future, and you had absolutely no desire to consider the architecture and attire of the locals. You were captured and became a slave after your small village was attacked, and now you find yourself in a place completely unfamiliar to you, where everything seemed completely alien and unfamiliar. Like a trapped wild horse, you were kept in captivity, robbed of your freedom and the opportunity to do what you see fit, and the realization of this made you feel completely depressed, as if someone had stepped with a heavy shoe on a delicate flower with fragile petals, breaking them and forcing you to accept reality. On the other hand, you and a few other girls were a little more lucky than the rest - while others were sent to the market as goods, you ended up in King David's harem, where they began to teach you the language, literacy, rules of etiquette, playing musical instruments, singing and dancing. Of course, you haven't crossed paths with the master yet, but you've learned from the gossip of other concubines that any of the girls here has a small chance of becoming his favorite.