William's POV
I sat across from her, watching as she kept doing the same thing, she would write, cancel it, concentrate more and repeat the process again.
My curiosity piqued and I wonder what is giving her such a hard time.
So when the maid came with my breakfast, I opted to sit beside Lillian just to see what she was doing?
'is that all? There is nothing more?' my subconscious asked but I ignored it and went to seat beside Lillian, she seemed a little bothered as she frowned at me but went back to her work anyway.
Some of my senses started coming back to me after I finished my breakfast, I look at Lillian who was busy writing on a paper, with one look, I knew what it was she was supposed to do and she was doing it all wrong.
"No that is not how you do it, here." I found myself
