Heaven knows that the princess was not a demonstrative child; indeed, she had never had the chance.

But he had just finished his task and was surveying the shining result with satisfaction, when, of a sudden, without any warning, she threw her arms round his neck and kissed him.
"Oh, you _are_ nice!" she said.
The Terror's ineffable serenity was for once scattered to the winds.
He flushed and gazed round the wood with horror-stricken eyes: if any one should have seen it! The princess marked his trouble, and said in a tone of distress: "Don't you like for me to kiss you ?" The Terror swallowed the lump of horror in his throat, and said, faintly but gallantly: "Yes--oh, rather." "Then kiss me," said the princess simply, snuggling closer to him.
The despairing eyes of the Terror swept the woods; then he kissed her gingerly.
"I _am_ fond of you, you know," said the princess in a frankly proprietary tone.
The Terror's scattered wits at last worked.

He rose to his feet, and said quickly: "Yes; let's be getting to the others." The princess rose obediently.
But the ice was broken; and the kisses of the princess, if not frequent, were, at any rate, not rare.

The Terror at first endured them; then he came rather to like them.

But he strictly enjoined discretion on her; it would never do for Erebus to learn that she kissed him.