This warmth fell into Hans Borg’s eyes as he picked up his tea and took a sip.
“Albert and I have decided to spend our honeymoon at Floyding Manor,” Wilhelmina mentioned.
“You’re not leaving Odin?”
“No,” Wilhelmina replied, “I really want to go back to Monsranka and show him where I was born, but Monsranka is too far, and I only have a week of wedding leave.”
“Floyding Manor is also beautiful,” Hans Borg consoled her. “King Wolrich and the Queen spent their honeymoon there.”
“We won’t be fishing by the river,” Wilhelmina laughed lightly, her azure eyes filled with expectations for their future.
Hans Borg gazed at her sunlit face, feeling half of his body basking in sunlight while the other half sank in cold seawater.
When the master designer brought the completed wedding dress, Wilhelmina was handling official business.
Busy reading documents and signing, she slightly raised her head and told Cynthia, “I see, wait for me to finish these documents before trying on the dress.”
The designer’s assistant, Jamie, whispered incredulously, “I’ve never seen a woman who isn’t eager to see her own wedding dress.”
“Her Majesty is not an ordinary woman,” the designer replied calmly. “How could a queen who governs billions be impulsive about a wedding dress?”
Fortunately, Lord Seleberg’s visit ended the designer’s wait early. Albert entered the study and pulled his work-absorbed fiancée from the desk, half-pushing her to the morning room.
Angela, who had rushed from medical school, saw Wilhelmina walking out from behind the curtain in her wedding dress.
The white dress wrapped her slender body, with a lace V-neck adorned with pearls and diamonds. The carefully designed skirt flowed elegantly on the carpet.
Now, the bride-to-be lacked the queen’s usual pride and solemnity. Amid everyone’s exclamations, she appeared shy, with a warm smile and a radiant glow.
According to custom, Albert was not allowed to see the bride’s dress in advance. Standing outside the morning room, he heard the girls’ cheers and laughter, feeling like kitten claws were scratching his heart.
“Aren’t you going to try on your formal wear, Lord?” asked Sir Wolf.
“No rush,” Albert smiled, “I want to listen to this joy a bit longer.”
