Wilhelmina nodded. Both young people’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Albert pulled Wilhelmina to her feet, and they rushed out of the sitting room. The Duchess was leading the maid in bringing tea and snacks.
“Your Majesty, oh, Albert. Are you leaving already?”
“Sorry, Mom, we have an urgent matter.” Albert took the coat from the butler.
“Duke, Duchess,” Wilhelmina greeted warmly, “I’m sorry to interrupt your dinner. I promise to bring Albert back before ten.”
“No problem. Be careful on the road…” Their voices faded away.
“I didn’t expect this,” Duke Selberg said, exchanging glances with his wife.
“Come on, as if you’ve never been in love,” the Duchess replied, turning back to the dining room.
Chapter 62 The night shift director of the Imperial Intelligence Bureau’s archives received orders from his superior regarding two important guests coming to review documents, likely related to the queen’s assassination attempt. He instructed the night staff and security to be ready in the garage below.
When the golden-haired young girl stepped out of the car, he almost thought he was hallucinating. His deputy had to push him from behind to remind him to salute.
“Your Majesty! Good evening, Your Majesty!”
“Thank you for receiving us, gentlemen,” the Queen smiled and nodded, appearing even more elegant and approachable than on ultra-light TV or holograms.
The director sent his deputy back to work and accompanied the Queen and her fiancé through the VIP passage to the A-level encrypted archives door. He stood at a distance as Wilhelmina used a complex password and various biometric scans, taking two minutes to unlock the archive room.
“Thank you, sir. My guards will be outside and will notify you if needed.”
“I’m at your service, Your Majesty,” the director said warmly before tactfully withdrawing.
Wilhelmina and Albert entered the archive room.
Although it was an A-level encrypted room, it looked like an ordinary archive. It was about half a basketball court in size, filled with combined metal cabinets and neatly stacked high-polymer boxes, each labeled with a number.
“Do you remember the number?” Albert asked.
“Don’t worry, I remember perfectly,” Wilhelmina replied, searching row by row. “Grandpa only told me once that if I wanted to uncover the truth about my parents’ death, I should follow his instructions. The code felt like a family drama, but I remembered it.”
