“By order of Her Majesty the Queen, Mr. Hans Borg has been reassigned.”
He will resume military service as a second lieutenant in Air Force Squadron 6743-BR65 to suppress bandits at the border.
Wilhelmina stood dumbfounded in the hall, unsure of where she was.
“Your Highness,” the man continued flatly, “I am Sir Wolf, your new secretary and former servant to your father, Duke Rockston.”
Wilhelmina took a long time to process her words.
“Is this some kind of cruel joke?”
“No, Your Highness,” Sir Wolf answered coldly. “This is the Queen’s command.”
“She’s sending Owen…” Wilhelmina murmured.
Before anyone could react, she turned and ran out. Like a mad leopard, she rushed to the vehicle, pushed the driver aside, and sped towards the Palace of No Worries.
The panicked crowd turned to the newly appointed secretary.
“It’s fine, follow quickly,” Sir Wolf said methodically. “The Queen’s guards will stop her, and we just need to block anyone who comes to inquire about the news.”
When the head maid reported that Duchess Rockston requested an audience, Annabel put down her quill and smiled triumphantly.
“The little bird has come to throw herself into the net,” she said to Albert, “I knew she wouldn’t be able to stay calm.”
“You’ve removed the most important person from her side; of course, she’ll be angry,” Albert’s face showed no emotion.
“Don’t be uncomfortable,” Annabel said gleefully, standing up. “Let her come in. I can’t wait to see the obedient doll tear off her facade.”
The girl, still wearing her military school uniform, rushed in with red eyes. Her hair had come undone during her argument with the guards, hanging around her shoulders, and her nose was red, making her delicate face look pitiful. But the raging fire and deep hatred in her eyes were undeniable.
“You’ve taken Owen away from me!” Wilhelmina stood straight, pointing at the queen. This was her first time confronting Annabel without considering the consequences.
Annabel seemed particularly happy. “Yes. So what? You’re monopolizing him, rendering him useless. A soldier serving as your nanny? Willy, how childish can you be?”
