Bab 272: Chapter 272 — It is Our Home.

Her eagerness to teach got her out of the tickling seduction his gentle appreciation invoked. And so, the stack of many pages had become their practice sheet. 

Marianne was aware that was not much to be taught. Little faces made of simple lines were truly not a subject of serious study. However, both knew it was an innocent excuse they could find entertainment in, along with ease at their closeness and continuous exchange it could grant.

'There are many kinds of faces we can draw too.' — She told the man as new shapes were drawn for different expressions.

"Although they are lines, how come I fail to do it like the Lady?... What expression is this?"

They had been alternating turns to repeat the doodles. And at the changes she made, the Prince sometimes would comment as Marianne drew and ask to identify the meaning.