"What a pitiful woman," someone said, which made Elena turn her head to see who said something that made her heart feel sad and humiliated.

"Me? Pathetic?" Elena boldly asked something that made the male guard chuckle. There was a laugh that was disgusting to Elena. He had never been humiliated like that by someone in his life, let alone just a lowly bodyguard like the man in front of him.

"Get up quickly!" the man grabbed Elena's arm roughly, ignoring the moans that escaped those thin, sensual lips.

The woman staggered almost toppled over because of how rude the male guard had treated her. Dunno what was going on, Elena was still in a daze. His body felt weak and helpless, where did all the martial arts and acrobatics he had before go.

The male guard kicked the door hard enough to make a sound enough to make people tiptoe. Then, Elena was dragged somewhere, she only found a dark alley. A few meters later, there were people in the room with the barred door.

Elena looked around every street she passed. His eyes widened, he didn't get it wrong. It seemed what he saw was a dungeon. However, something made him feel strange, why the people inside were dressed so old-fashioned.

"Slow bastard!" The male guard jerked his hand away. Elena could only obey, without being able to fight back.

'You lack root! You'll see, I'll pay you back later,' Elena thought while glaring furiously at the male guard.

They came out of the dungeon area, up the stairs which were quite steep with the size that only fit two people crammed into it. Elena could only surrender, following where the guard took her. A few moments later, they were already out of the iron door that connected the outer corridor with the dungeon.

Elena gasped, she could barely contain herself as she looked along the hallway that looked more like a palace. Corridor with buildings made of gray andesite stone. Salmon-colored curtains decorated every corridor of the palace.

"Wait! Where are we going?" Elena braced herself when her arm was already feeling hot from the grip of the haughty male guard earlier.

"You shut up!" snapped the guard who was still dragging him roughly. "Your place is in the harem as a slave!"

"Hah! Slaves! I'm not a slave!" Elena shouted while glaring in annoyance at the guard. He tried to struggle to get out of the grip of the proud male guard's hand, but somehow he still couldn't use his strength.

The two of them had entered the passageway on the inside. There were several guards who looked more like royal soldiers standing around the passage.

"Let go!" Elena started to struggle vigorously, the guard was getting overwhelmed. Elena had almost escaped the guard's grip.

"Insolent you, Slave!" The guard raised his palm up, almost landing it right on Elena's right cheek. However, the guard froze. He couldn't move his hands.

"Don't ever try to slap me!" Elena's voice coldly gripped the guard's hand which was about to slap him.

"Da-dare you!" growled the guard.

"I will do much more than this, if you continue to mistreat me." Elena's teeth were chattering with anger. He slapped the guard's hand. "You don't have to push me to walk, I can walk on my own!"

The guard gasped, only this time he met the slave's pathetic resistance. An innocent and beautiful face, it's just that Ayla is known to be weak. His fellow harems were always torturing him and trying to get rid of him and make him look like an ugly person. So that the princes never glance at her beauty.

The guard gripped Elena's arm again, but more gently than before. Inside, the guard felt strange, the look in the weak girl's eyes seemed to be different. Sharp and piercing, unlike the moment before entering the dungeon, the look in his eyes was full of fear and almost death from being beaten by one of the palace's special harems.

They had arrived at the end of the hall, greeted by two people, a middle-aged man and woman. Standing right in front of the half-oval shaped iron door. Elena's eyes stared at the two people in front of her. A man wearing a brown fur vest, while a woman covers her head like a veil, her face is sinister.

"A very lucky girl. At that time you were on the verge of death," said the woman with a cynical face. Then he grabbed Elena's wrist and led her inside.

When the door opened, Elena's gaze instantly wandered in all directions. He saw a very large room. The dominance of beige color with white and pink curtains.

There are steps like a stage on each right and left, which turns out to be useful as a bed. Seen from the pedestal that lined the head there.

"Hey, look who's coming back to this room!" A loud feminine voice caused Elena to instantly lift her head, because it was coming from above. More specifically, the second floor. A woman with shining blonde hair.

Seen some beautiful women in beautiful silk dresses, as well as colorful headdresses.

"Why is that pathetic slave still alive?" asked the other woman with dark brown hair.

Elena was silent holding back anger, she could only purse her lips and stare intently at the woman with shining blonde hair coming down the stairs. Followed by two women who look the same, beautiful, beautifully dressed with a headdress like a tiara.

"Why? Don't accept?" The woman with her rosy white face leaned right in front of Elena's. "Even though I confirmed yesterday that you died after beating you!"

"But you still see me alive, right?" Elena smiled sarcastically at the girl. "You will never succeed in killing me!"

The girl's blue irises gleamed, holding back the raging rage.

"You! Don't you dare go against me!" The woman roughly grabbed Elena's chin. "Look at the wounds on your face! Indicates how pathetic your life is!"

Elena widened her eyes in surprise, what was wrong with her face. Was it that bad the wound that cut it? Even when he first woke up, he saw many bruises and cuts on his hands.

Elena ignored the words of the woman in front of her. He just laughed out loud, attacking the enemy's mental back.

"You are crazy!" The woman brushed Elena's sharp chin roughly and looked disgusted.

"You're the one with respect!" Elena snapped, lifting her chin. As if challenging the woman in front of him.

"You insolent!" There was a loud sound of a beautiful woman's palm with blue irises pressed against Elena's left cheek, so that Elena's head tilted in the opposite direction. Pain and heat, that's how Elena felt.

Elena couldn't help the rumbling in her chest. While rubbing his cheeks that felt hot, even a thick red liquid appeared from the corners of his lips. Elena stared intently at the beautiful woman with blue irises with a sharp gaze that seemed to pierce the heart.

PLAQUE!!

The sound of a slap back from Elena's palm made the woman in front of her almost fall backwards.

"Damaris, are you all right?" The noise from the room began to attract the attention of the guards outside. It turned out that the beautiful woman with blonde hair was named Damaris.

"You insolent woman!" Damaris' voice made several harems who were looking for her face come and grabbed Elena's hands. Some just watched where he was, not daring to fight the existence of Damaris who was the second prince's special harem. Damaris looked almost ready with her palms flying.

"Stop it!" The loud baritone voice broke the commotion in the room called the Harem.

All bowed, no one even dared to look up. Elena turned around, she saw the appearance of a man who was so manly, tall, even his broad chest could be seen even though he was hidden in an all-black outfit. Elena's gaze was unblinking, the man had a firm jaw with eagle-like eyes. Her thick hair made Elena seem trapped in the darkness.

"Ayla! Down!" I don't know whose voice it was, but it seems that the man in front of him is not a random man.

"Who is this disrespectful Harem!" The man's baritone voice boomed, instantly making Elena flinch and look down.

"Sorry Your Majesty, he's new." A feminine voice could be heard defending him.

"NEVER COMPETE IN THE HAREM!" His voice warned again. "OR I BURN ALL OF YOU!" After saying that, the mysterious dashing man left the room just like that.

"Disperse! Disperse! Disperse!" The loud voice of someone on the bass porch echoed in the room. The harem could be seen dispersing themselves. Frightened faces could be seen on some of the women. Elena was still staring at the harem women.

"Ayla!" Someone suddenly grabbed her arm roughly. Elena gasped, especially since she was called by a name she had never heard before. Although it had been called by the guard who brought her back to the harem.

"Don't you make any more noise in here!" It turned out that the person who grabbed her arm was a hooded woman with a cynical face.

"Commotion?" Elena frowned. "I didn't do anything!"

The woman led Elena to the corner of the room. Her cynical face seemed to stare at Elena without tenderness. But Elena wasn't afraid, she met the woman's gaze with her own.

"You're almost dead! Don't ever mess up again if you don't want to end up worse than yesterday!" the woman said threateningly.

Elena shook her head vigorously. As if her head was spinning, they were talking about something she didn't know. Elena was sure that there must be something wrong with her. Because the last thing she remembered was her body jumping from the fifth floor of the exhibition building.

The woman pushed Elena, causing her to flinch. Then, the woman stepped away leaving Elena in her reverie and trying to remember something. The woman's back disappeared further behind the door, while Elena continued to remain silent in the corner of the room.

"Ayla!" Someone's call broke her reverie. She saw a young woman with wavy golden brown hair making a small run towards her. She frowned, feeling unfamiliar with the woman.

"Ayla, you're finally alive." Elena's body froze as the young woman embraced her very tightly, while Elena's head was still spinning with the unfamiliar name calling.

"You?" Those were the only words Elena could utter. She couldn't ask questions that would raise suspicion.

The woman released her embrace from Elena's body. She looked intently at Elena's face. "You don't remember who I was after the impact?" The woman asked again, while Elena immediately shook her head slowly, an inducement to find out all the irregularities.

"Poor girl." The young woman immediately grabbed Elena's wrist and led her up to the right step.

Elena sat right next to the blanket and head mat that were lying there. Meanwhile, the woman with golden brown hair picked up a mirror that was next to her headboard. She handed it to Elena.

Elena accepted it hesitantly, but she was also eager to know what had happened to her. She froze when she saw that the face in the reflection was not her. She almost dropped the small mirror she was holding.

She gently stroked her yellowish cheeks. Some parts of the face of the woman in the mirror were almost similar to her, although there were some differences. Her large almond eyes with brown irises with lush lashes, oval face shape, high cheekbones with dimples that made the woman in the mirror so beautiful.

Elena tried to recall the past memories of the woman named Ayla. She didn't know much, only memories related to the torture and humiliation inflicted by some of the harems and guards here.

"Poor woman." Elena muttered softly. "I promise to avenge all your heartaches. Rest easy there. From now on I will be Ayla."

"Ayla, how? You've seen the wounds on your face, right?" The question from the golden-brown-haired woman jolted her. She instantly turned her head towards the woman.

"Yes," Ayla replied. She looked back into the mirror. The wounds in the form of scratches and bruises were blue. There were also traces of dried blood. "I will repay them for what they did to me. Just watch!"

"Ayla, don't do that. They'll beat you up again, you were almost dying that time." The woman insisted on preventing Ayla's intentions.

"Take it easy," Ayla said with a sly smile as she returned the mirror given to her by the tanned-haired woman with rosy cheeks. "I'll make them bend the knee to us, and they won't dare to do anything else."

"Ayla, why are you so different," the woman chided. She looked into Ayla's flashing eyes. It was as if there was a fire burning in her spirit.

"I'm still the same ...." Ayla stopped her speech, of course Elena inside Ayla's body didn't remember her.

"Patra," the woman replied. "How could you forget your best friend's name?"

"Sorry Patra, it's probably because of the impact on my head," Ayla replied.

Their conversation had to stop, as the door to the harem room opened. Someone was seen entering it hurriedly. Ayla glanced over, it was the man she had met at the gate. A middle-aged man in his fur vest.

"Come on! All of you line up and listen to the news I bring!" The sound of the middle-aged man clapping his hands made the women in the harem begin to line up. They were lined up neatly. Even Damaris, the arrogant harem seemed to have come down from the second floor and joined the others.

"What's the info?" Damaris with her haughty face began to descend the steps and stopped right in front of Ayla.

"Later tonight, the palace will hold a dinner banquet. The harems are expected to give an entertaining performance with dances," the man said.

"Popoh, do all the women in the harem have to participate without exception?" Damaris' question seemed ambiguous. "Will she whose face is covered in scars also do it?" Damaris gave a cynical look as if mocking Ayla.

Popoh looked at Ayla who was indeed looking a little pitiful, she still couldn't say anything except to sigh in despair.

"Of course I'll come," Ayla said. "I'll be sure to present a good dance for the princes." A sly grin spread across Ayla's thin, sensual lips.

Damaris gave her a displeased look. She moved back closer to Ayla and raised her right hand and extended it towards the young woman. The look in Ayla's eyes deeply humiliated Damaris. Quick as a flash, Ayla grabbed the hand and pushed it so roughly that Damaris almost fell over.

Ayla strangled Damaris' slender neck, all the harem of face-seekers trying to block Ayla's hands. Meanwhile, Damaris could only painfully hold Ayla's hands to release them.

"Stop you guys! Or I'll twist this neck!" The entire harem moved backwards in disbelief at what Ayla was doing. Very different, the look in her eyes was sharper and stronger, not like before. Like someone had taken over that body.

"A-Ayla, let go!" Popoh, the man in the fur vest stammered at the change in Ayla's attitude. "Don't do that, otherwise the second prince will kill you!"

"Shut up!" Ayla couldn't help the rumbling in her chest. "If the second prince kills me, then this woman must die with me!"

The harem shuddered in horror, Ayla looked more like a demoness than a weak slave. Even Patra covered her mouth with both hands, stifling the soft shriek that escaped from her mouth.

"Ay-Ayla, come to your senses, you better let her go," Patra said.

"I'll let her go! But don't ever mess with me again!" Ayla began to threaten.

"Got it!" Ayla jerked Damaris' body. The look in her blue irises was pleading. Ayla released her grip from Damaris' neck.

The beautiful woman with wavy and luminous blonde hair coughed while clutching her slender neck.

"Go away!" snapped Ayla. "I will not remain silent now! I'm going to get back at you for all you've done to me, remember that!"

"Ayla?" The man in the brown fur vest gaped at the young woman's name.

"Why! You can't take it!" Ayla's voice was in a raised tone.

"Oh no, of course it's fine that you're presenting the dance at the banquet tonight," Popoh said with a wry smile. "Of course, you have to dress up nicely."

After saying that, the middle-aged man called Popoh quickly glided away from the harem room. Ayla glanced at Damaris and her henchmen as they began to climb the steps to the second floor. Two women were seen carrying Damaris' body.

"Ayla, you are very brave, be careful." Patra grabbed Ayla's wrist, while the young woman with brown irises just smiled.

***

Dinner banquet.

In a spacious room, long dining tables were lined up on the right and left sides. Various kinds of menus were lined up on the dining table. Apparently, a banquet dinner was being held that night that was attended by nobles.

On the right side, there were four handsome men dressed in noble style. It looked like they were the crown prince and the princes. The way they were dressed and the seats were quite special.

"Where's third brother?" asked a young man with dark brown hair as he sipped wine from his cup.

"You don't know his behavior, he'd rather be on the battlefield than at a party," replied a more mature-looking young man with golden brown hair.

"Does the crown prince not know? The third prince has returned from the battlefield," the dark brown-haired man said.

"THE THIRD PRINCE IS ENTERING THE BANQUET HALL!" The loud voice of the palace guard echoed throughout the room. All the attention of the nobles in the room turned towards the man with his dark hair tied back, walking dashingly with his gaze focused forward.

Some of the female nobles there looked down, though mesmerized by the man's features. The sword with the ruby-mirror gemstone tip was never far from his waist.

In the Harem room.

"You're beautiful, Ayla," Patra complimented the woman with the dimples.

Ayla smiled, her oval face adorned with pink lip color and her shiny black hair.

"You're beautiful too, Patra," Ayla complimented back.

Patra looked down at Ayla's hair. Then, her hand corrected the position of the red rose petals clipped to Ayla's hair.

"It's prettier this way," Patra said.

Ayla got up from her sitting position. She almost tumbled over, the hem of her cream-colored dress stepping on her own foot as she was about to take a step.

"Ayla, are you okay?" Luckily Patra supported the young woman's arm.

"I'm fine, thank you Patra," said Ayla who then sighed in relief.

Elena's soul that entered Ayla's frail body was not used to wearing clothes that covered her ankles. The modern life she lived, did not make her necessarily like the party life.

Occasionally she would wear a ball gown to infiltrate and seek information. However, she decided to wear a dress with a knee-length mini cut. For her, long clothes are a pain in the ass.

Ayla and Patra began to prepare to leave the harem room. She felt she looked strange. Afraid that the hem of her long dress would be stepped on by her feet, both hands lifted the dress slightly.

BBBRRUUKK!!!

Ayla winced in pain, she almost fell forward. Propped up by her knees, she fell backwards.

"Ooppss, Ma'sorry. If you can't walk gracefully, you'd better not embarrass yourself in front of the princes." The sardonic smiles of Damaris and the other three women were evident in his brown eyes.

His chest rumbled at the sight of the luminous blonde's back.

"Are you okay?" Patra helped Ayla up from her current position.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Ayla replied as she started to stand up.

"Come on, you guys hurry up and get out!" Popoh had already started ordering the harem members who would be performing tonight to enter the banquet hall immediately.

"Let's go," Patra called out.

The six slave women walked out of the harem room down the hall guided by Popoh.

The four who belonged to the princes' favorite harem had already prepared in advance near the banquet hall.

The banquet hall was located in the central palace. It was a few meters away from the harem. Ayla, Patra and the others had to walk out into the palace garden towards the central palace.

Along the way, Ayla, who was Elena, cast her gaze around. The palace garden was overgrown with various kinds of lush trees.

The neatly arranged gravel stones became the road to the palace. The harem was greeted by guards at the palace gate.

Strange to Ayla, she could only gape without blinking her eyes. This was the first time she had seen a real castle. A castle with all its living civilization.

"Ayla!" Patra elbowed Ayla's unfocused arm.

"Yes?" Ayla gasped. She stared at Patra as she knitted her eyebrows together.

"Is there one prince who's going to take a look at us?" An innocent question slipped out of Patra's mouth.

"I don't know, Patra. We shouldn't get our hopes up," Ayla replied lazily.

"Ayla, if we succeed in giving birth to a prince, then we will become concubines," Patra said.

Ayla just rolled her eyes lazily. She didn't expect much from becoming a concubine or queen for one of the princes. Elena who was inside Ayla's body just wanted to return to her world.

Moments later, Ayla heard the whispers of four women in front of the hall gate. They looked happy while laughing softly. She didn't know what they were talking about.

Even one of them, a young woman dressed in a purple silk dress with a beautiful hair ornament was twirling her body, perhaps she was practicing before performing in front of the princes and other nobles.

"Well, who's coming to perform with us?" Damaris was not deterred after her treatment was reciprocated by Ayla. She was still patronizing the harem that the prince had yet to see.

Those blue irises circled and stared at every inch of Ayla's appearance. Tonight, the woman with thin yet sensual lips was only wearing a simple dress typical of a low-level harem.

"May the princes take a look at you," Damaris said with a lopsided smile. "But, let alone princes, the nobles won't even look at you."

After saying that, at the same time the banquet hall gate opened. There was quite a lot of music inside. Sounds such as trumpets, flutes and sounds coming from cowbells.

The main harem entered first. Damaris and the other three favorite women of the prince formed a seductive movement formation. Twisting their slender bodies as they twirled.

It was the turn of the lower-class harem women to enter the hall. Elena in Ayla's body didn't know what to do. She couldn't remember what kind of dance exercises she had learned.

Ayla just tried to keep up with the rest of the harem. Her movements were strange, her body stiff. She even made many wrong moves. Her gaze wandered around. Elena gasped, she really wasn't dreaming.

"Ayla! Ayla your movements are wrong!" Patra half-whispered to remind her.

Ayla tried to turn her head toward Patra, but alas. She could not master her movements.

"Oouuwwggg!" shrieked Ayla, and at the same time there was a thumping sound on the floor. Because the movement was wrong and she could not control herself. Ayla fell down. Right across from where the princes were sitting.

Popoh could only pat his forehead while closing his eyes. He felt he had failed to educate the harem to present an exotic dance at this banquet.

Ayla's brown eyes looked at Damaris who was giggling softly. Mocking the lowly slave's innocent stupidity. Ayla looked at the direction right in front of her. She accidentally saw a glittering, translucent red object.

'Ruby miracle stone!' Ayla squealed inwardly. Then, her brown-eyed gaze crossed with a sharp caramel-colored one.

The princes laughed softly at the incident. But not that man. A man with a flat expression and a gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

Ayla's heart raced. That man, that dashing and handsome man with his dark hair, made Ayla feel as if she was going to go limp. However, she remembered the ruby miracle stone attached to the sword.

Ayla got up, but her gaze could not escape from looking at the man with the piercing gaze. The young woman vowed that she would seduce the man, perhaps one of the princes.

That woman, who was actually Elena, was the clever thief with all the skills. Ayla began to contort her body. However, everyone in the room looked confused.

Ayla's movements were not the usual harem dance moves. Ayla did a mix of flamenco and belly dance.

The twisting of the body, the stomping of the feet in harmony to create a beautiful sound. Occasionally, her hands twisted above her head and to the side.

Occasionally she looked mischievously at the prince with the cold expression on his face. Her delicate eyelashes and thin, sensual lips seemed to tease the prince.

The whole hall sounded boisterous. Their attention was focused solely on Ayla. Popoh widened his eyes, he couldn't believe that a harem girl who was labeled as stupid and weak could be the dance star of tonight's banquet.

Damaris gave him a disapproving look. Her hands were clenched tightly into fists. She was not willing to let Ayla be the star tonight. Yes, that's right, Ayla really was the star tonight.

The third prince, who was famous for being ruthless and sadistic in beheading his enemies, was almost unable to control himself.

As Ayla watched, the man's Adam's apple rose and fell. It was an excellent opportunity for her to play on the prince's emotions.

She continued to play her naughty glances, her thin sensual lips making anyone who saw them want to taste them.

The third prince gasped when someone elbowed his arm.

"She's so sensual, Deniz," whispered a man next to him. "Don't you want her to warm your bed?"

The third prince did not reply to the crown prince's words, only swallowing his saliva with difficulty. Tonight, a slave girl had made him hot and cold.

Deniz gasped as the boisterous sound of applause echoed throughout the hall. The dashing man briefly glanced at Ayla. Her thin, sensual lips teased him again.

Saying nothing, Deniz reached for the sword on the table in front of him. Without saying a word he got up and left his seat.

Ayla could only watch as the broad, solid back slowly moved away.