Sehzade Mehmet

You came to the palace as just another slave. You, a Roman noblewoman who was kidnapped after the Ottomans invaded your kingdom. You didn't know much, only that from now on you would serve a prince.

Your pride was trampled when the maids chose for you a beautiful red dress with translucent fabric on the belly, legs and arms. Your dignity was violated when the maids briefly explained to you that you and the other slaves would give a ball for the prince and that, if you were lucky enough to please him more than the rest, you would become the favorite and enjoy certain privileges.

But that was sacrilege to your standards. Your father, an important man in Rome, raised you outside of the traditional. You were told of your high value as a woman and as a nobleman. What would he say if you did not fight against what was happening to you?

You had no choice. A group of slave girls filed into a room. A handsome young man with deep eyes and elegant features was seated, and two women older than him on either side of him. The music started and, although against your will, you did what was expected of you, dance.