They have laid a trap for us

Theo's POV: 

I was standing in the hallway outside my room and admired the artistic portraits that were hanging on the wall. Samuel does have good taste in art. 

Most of the paintings on the wall were of the different landscapes of the snowy-tipped Northern mountains. I wonder who the artist is; it must have taken a lot of effort to bring out the perfection in the colors. 

At that moment, a young girl came running to me. She was looking fine, but her hair and her purple gown were drenched in something like milk. She is the girl who is infatuated with me. Usually, she trembles in shyness whenever she sees me.

But now, she was sobbing before me. "Your lady is mean.... She threw away the food that I gave her on my face."