Sveva could not comprehend why everyone regarded her as fearsome. She admired all things lovely and graceful, but, despite her appearance, she possessed the strength to wrest power from her overlord of a father. As her subjects brought armloads of books to educate her on the particulars of her newly obtained rule, she sighed in disinterest. Had she known such a responsibility would have consumed all of her time for leisure, she never would have attained it.