Despite being taken captive, the elegant princess could not help but continue to flaunt her royal lineage and exude a sense of superiority over those around her, especially over her captor, Suleiman. Her disdain for him and his empire was evident in everything she did and said, making her actions more provocative than they might otherwise have been.

She sat across from the sultan, her slender fingers delicately tracing the intricate patterns etched onto the gilded tray before her. Despite being confined within the lavish harem, Isabella carried herself with the grace and dignity befitting a royal such as herself. Her black hair cascaded down her back, reflecting off the ornate tiles adorning the floor beneath her feet.