“I don’t know, what do you think?” Wilhelmina countered. “I recall something my grandfather told me before he passed away.”
“Alexander the Great?”
Wilhelmina nodded, sitting by the window. “He talked to me seriously about my parents during an afternoon walk when I was eleven. He said my parents were kind, upright people who fought for their beliefs and that life isn’t rosy and I had already seen its darkness.”
“What do you think he was hinting at?”
“I’m not sure,” Wilhelmina said. “I didn’t know much about my parents. They were different in origin, personality, and beliefs but still married and had me. It was a failed marriage, but in my mother’s letters and diaries, I never saw any resentment. She always loved my father, and I know even less about him.”
Hans Borg sat beside her. “After becoming secretary, I researched Prince Adams.”
“What did you find?” Wilhelmina pressed.
Hans Borg shook his head. “Those files require high-level clearance. But one thing is certain: the assassination of the prince and his wife was not as simple as a revenge killing.”
“Everyone knows that,” Wilhelmina said with a bitter smile. “But thank you anyway.”
“What?”
“You’ve done so much for me.”
Hans Borg smiled gently, “Lord Seleberg has also done a lot for you.”
“Of course,” Wilhelmina said. “I’m truly grateful to him. To be honest, our relationship began with cooperation and mutual use. That we’ve developed to this point makes me very happy.”
Hans Borg gazed at her slightly bashful face, feeling an unfamiliar emotion expanding in his heart.
“Tell me about him,” Hans Borg softly pleaded. “Do you like him?”
“Yes, I really like him,” Wilhelmina said frankly. “He’s not as hypocritical as I imagined. He’s passionate, patient, and quite talented. We have many things in common, like how we both enjoy fantasy novels. Can you imagine? This noble young master of the Seleberg family, so elegant and aloof, actually likes reading stories about dragons and knights.”
Wilhelmina laughed, almost completely immersed in joy.
Hans Borg watched her silently. Clearly, she liked her fiancé very much. This would at least avoid a dull marriage and allow for some worldly happiness.
“So, Willy,” Hans Borg asked, “why don’t you share your thoughts about your father with him?”
Wilhelmina stopped laughing, seemingly confused.
