*Sultan Ahmed Al Bahadir, the Sahara Sultan.

Sultan Ahmed was a strong man, strict and dangerous, ten years since he became a Sultan, and now he's thirty-four years old, never knew weakness or fragility, he execute without thinking twice...a hard man from the inside and the outside.

He was known also by his addiction to women—just for pleasure and heirs, je had many concubines, he calls one every night to his wing.

But not until that day,

His army took a village for the empire, and they brought a beautiful girl, a virgin the village gifted her to the Sultan for forgiveness.

His guards were dragging her inside, she wasn't resisting, she looked broke and sad.

"Move!"

One guard snapped, then another spoke,

"The Sultan will enjoy you."

Ahmed watched from above, smirking at the new concubine in his collection, then he murmured to himself,

"Welcome."

That girl was called Isabella, she was beautiful, gorgeous, every word of beauty wasn't enough to describe her, she was petite with a pale skin, had a long waves of brown hair, had wide brown eyes, full red lips, a faint of freckles in her nose and cheeks.

She was different.

Perfect for a Sultan.

Then he turned to one of the maids,

"Dress her, prepare her and bring her to my wing tonight."*