“Darling, you can’t have the Grand Elder and the Pope play rock-paper-scissors, can you?”
At that, the three laughed, including lady-in-waiting Cynthia.
The palace official wiped his sweat, visibly uncomfortable.
The Queen continued, “In that case, the entire ceremony will need to be redesigned. Christian coronation ceremonies differ significantly from traditional ones.”
I hope both sides can communicate and merge the two ceremonies, then submit a report to me.”
Looking sympathetically at the pale-faced official, Albert consoled, “Don’t be so nervous, sir. I believe Her Majesty won’t be the last Christian monarch.”
“He’s right,” Wilhelmina added. “I can’t estimate what religion my descendants will follow. Perhaps starting a regulation from me isn’t a bad idea.”
The palace official was shocked. Albert suggested, “Then we might as well unify the religious beliefs of the people.”
“What a great idea!” the Queen cheered. The engaged couple exchanged light-hearted remarks.
“Your Majesty—” Unable to bear it, the small official finally shouted, followed by their uncontrollable laughter.
“I’m joking, sir!” the Queen said, exchanging a mischievous glance with her fiancé.
“I’m really sorry for scaring you. But I’m in a good mood; I hope you don’t mind. I promise this is the last time.”
The palace official took a long breath and wiped sweat from his brow. “Your Majesty, for heaven’s sake, thank you.”
“Relax, sir,” Wilhelmina returned to a serious tone. “I know time is tight, and you’re working hard. I appreciate this. As for the coronation, after discussing with the Pope and Grand Elder, I will give you a definitive reply.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty!” the official expressed his overwhelming gratitude.
“I believe you will plan the most perfect coronation ceremony, sir,” Wilhelmina encouraged. “From what I’ve seen in previous royal ceremonies, you’ve never made a mistake. I’m honored to have such excellent palace officials. I hope you can maintain tradition and perform at your best this time.”
Inspired, the official took a deep breath. “Serving you is our honor, Your Majesty!”
After seeing off the palace official, Wilhelmina leaned back into the sofa, hugging a cushion. Her gaze met Albert’s, and they laughed knowingly.
“You’ve opened my eyes, sir. How could you joke about religious matters? You’re quite bold.”
“And why did you go along with it?” Albert raised an eyebrow.
