Hans Boger replied, “Mr. Schneider is not feeling well.”
Wilhelmina was stunned.
Is this the reason you replaced him as the Democratic Party candidate?”
Hans Boger laughed, “Allow me to be a bit boastful. But I feel I’m ready.”
Wilhelmina also laughed, “What’s your slogan?”
“Bureaucratic system reform, and healthcare system reform.”
“Don’t remind me about the current officials,” Wilhelmina rolled her eyes. Then they both laughed.
“How is the Prince’s health?” Hans Boger asked.
“He can have his stitches removed tomorrow,” Wilhelmina replied. “The doctor said he’s recovering well, but still needs rehabilitation. Fortunately, he’s right-handed; otherwise I don’t know what we’d do.”
“The Prince is a good person,” Hans said softly. “I believe he will recover.”
Wilhelmina felt a warm current flow through her heart. “I hope everything goes well in the election, Owen. Albert and I will be watching every day. To be honest, I don’t even know what you’ll look like on the podium. You’re such a quiet person.”
“Will it be strange?”
“No, of course not,” she said. “I’m sure it will be charming.”
The scene was indeed as charming as Wilhelmina had imagined: the thirty-year-old man in his prime, wearing a navy blue suit, a crisp white shirt, and with his hair combed back.
Every movement was full of charm; a glance or a smile conveyed his abundant confidence and composure. He wouldn’t shout with raised arms but would slam the table instead. Without seeking cheap applause, his charm easily won appreciation with small gestures. Steady and composed, his military experience enhanced his credibility. His quick and clear mind allowed him to respond swiftly, providing perfectly timed answers. His style was rigorous, and his simple private life gave political opponents no leverage.
Wilhelmina and Albert watched the live broadcast of the campaign as Hans Boger finished his speech and prepared to shake hands with the audience when enthusiastic female fans rushed over, hugging him tightly. Suddenly, one woman tackled Hans Boger to the ground.
The royal couple couldn’t help but laugh, popcorn scattered everywhere.
“My God!” Wilhelmina laughed breathlessly, “Is this a political campaign or a concert?”
“Hans Boger is incredibly charming,” Albert said. “My mother and aunt really like him. My aunt even plans to organize a ladies’ fan club to follow him. They’ll cheer wherever he speaks.”
