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.
She was enormously entertained by the silly and unexpected activity they had come to engage in, mischievously drawing much-elaborated sketches to trouble the unskilled man.
Zeleskiaz at those times would show conflict in his brows. Yet, silently, he would continue to attempt with his hand to imitate her hand, as the aura of the woman was felt in stronger sweetness the more playful she became with such innocent teasing he already recognised.
’Solely because you are lovely I let this happen...’
"..."
’Regardless, it is regretful I am sincerely trying and yet I keep ruining these pages.’
Stunned by his incapacity within the artistic field, the Prince mocked himself with pleasure since her attention had not drifted during their trade.
"Hmm... This one looks better... What are your thoughts, my Lady?"