"Be not afraid of greatness.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them."
She read some lines from the story of William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night.
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It seemed the Count had a series of collections of old romantic stories that were classic. She could also see other stories that she would love to read.
I think that is enough reading for today." The Count held his hand, closing the book in her hands.
She was about to protest, but he stopped her. "You have already done enough. It is time for you to do other things than waste them all on me."
She could not help but wonder if it was a genuine concern for her welfare or if the Count had grown tired of her nagging presence.
"Are you already trying to get rid of me?" She teasingly asked the Count as she placed the book on the side table.
The Count could be stubborn a few times, but she would not take no for an answer either.
