For the past few days, Priya had held herself up in her room. There was a gloomy expression on her delicate features as she considered Berengar's blunt response to her selfish request. She did not know why the man had rejected her advances. It was obvious from the glint in his mismatched eyes that he was physically attracted to her, and yet the man had turned her down in a rather cruel manner.
The teenage beauty clutched a stuffed elephant to her chest as she thought about what the man had said. Was she really so immature that he thought of her as nothing more than a petty child? Thinking upon this, she had only been in Kufstein for a few years, and had rarely journeyed out among the public. Perhaps her emotional development was truly stunted?
It was during this moment of reflection that a knock resounded on the door, and an alluring voice was heard from the other side.
"Priya, are you in there? I've brought some food for you!'
