Wilhelmina felt discomfort at his coldness and cleared her throat. “I’ll get to the point. For the military operation against the terrorist organization, I was wondering if Prince Albert could participate.”
“Your Highness?” Hansberg was surprised. “Why?”
“Is that not possible? I’m asking privately. The constitution doesn’t prohibit it. I’m concerned there might be reservations, so I wanted to discuss it with you.”
“It’s not impossible,” Hansberg said. “He cannot lead troops, but he can accompany the battle. He’s already a distinguished military man; this is universally acknowledged.”
“But are you sure you want to send your husband to the battlefield?”
Wilhelmina tilted her head, looking at the tree covered in icicles. “You said he’s an excellent soldier and still so young. I don’t want to see him hunting, reading, and playing chess. He should have a more colorful life instead of suppressing his brilliance.”
She turned back, sighing softly. “I hope he can utilize his talents, and this is a perfect opportunity.”
The snow outside reflected in her eyes, enhancing their blue like the sea. Her gaze was tender and understanding – a wife’s gentle gaze.
Hansberg replied, “I will propose this to the military department as my suggestion. Please be assured, Your Majesty. I believe it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Thank you,” Wilhelmina nodded gratefully. “Please keep this a secret. It’s meant to be a surprise.”
After a moment, Hansberg said softly, “Being your husband must be very happy.”
Overjoyed after Hansberg’s confirmation, Wilhelmina rang the bell to call a servant. “Where is the Prince?”
“In the stables, Your Majesty. A mare is giving birth.”
Albert, in riding boots and a cotton shirt, was calming a restless mare. Wilhelmina stood nearby without disturbing them. Finally, the foal’s head emerged.
The veterinarian gently guided the foal, and it fully separated from its mother.
Everyone sighed with relief as the foal began struggling to stand.
“Darling,” Albert said, noticing Wilhelmina’s dirty hands before leaning in to kiss her cheek. “How did you come to be here?”
“Isn’t it miraculous?” Wilhelmina gazed intently at the foal trying to stand. “A new life brings hope.”
“He’s a healthy fellow,” Albert remarked, watching the newborn.
The foal finally stood, its legs unsteady but able to nurse. The mare began eating grass and drinking water.
