Of course it's not bloody real.

I'm at least as real as your whole "pirate queen" act, dear. Working for pennies in a walled tower full of do-gooders? Doesn't it just make you feel so--

[Isabela hurls her knife at the apparition, which disappears in a cloud of smoke. At the same time, iron chains suddenly appear, shackling Isabela's feet to the ground and her hands behind her back. A male voice takes over for her "mothers"'s.]

--trapped?

[Isabela immediately starts swearing and struggling at the chains, making a rather horrible clanging.]