Shy as a chamois, with brown hair flowing like a waterfall over her shoulders, she shyly looked away when she saw the mysterious stranger. Her tender ivory cheeks flushed with a treacherous blush... But he, rapidly rushing at the head of a luxurious cavalcade of horsemen dressed in Moorish clothes embroidered with precious stones, touched the most sensitive strings of her soul. Sarita realized that this unexpected meeting would not be the last... But even in her worst dream, the girl could not imagine that she would soon be captured behind the impregnable walls of the arrogant Alhambra, become a powerless slave of an arrogant ruler... and imprisonment would awaken an indomitable passion that would expose her to monstrous danger her very life.