“Shh…” Hans Borg held her tightly. “Don’t cry, I’m still here.”
“You haven’t left yet?”
“I’m reporting to the military department tomorrow. Wolf Sir gave me permission to stay for one more night.”
Wilhelmina wiped her tears on Hans Borg’s chest, noticing he had changed into his military uniform. The crisp uniform made him look even more heroic.
“You look better in military uniform,” Wilhelmina smiled through her tears. “You shouldn’t be wasted here as my nanny. You’re so talented; you should go to a better place. But suppressing bandits… my Owen…”
“Let’s not talk about this today, okay?” Hans Borg wiped her tears with his sleeve. “Are you hungry? We have cream pumpkin soup today.”
Wilhelmina sniffled, forcing herself to laugh. This was their last dinner; she couldn’t spend it in tears.
The last time he pulled out her chair, draped a napkin for her, walked with her in the garden, or played chess…
Wilhelmina sat on the bed in her pajamas, without a hint of sleepiness.
“You should have seen Annabel’s face. She was so angry, like a madwoman. Selleberg was standing next to her, extremely embarrassed, but unable to leave.”
“Angering the Queen is not a wise move,” Hans Borg said.
“Oh, Owen. This was bound to happen,” Wilhelmina laughed, “We’ve always despised each other from the first day we met. I’m glad I no longer have to pretend with her. Once I graduate high school, I’ll return to Roxton, bring my grandparents over, and then find a way to transfer you there too—if you’re willing.”
“I am willing,” Hans Borg said, holding her hand. “I’ve already sworn to you, Your Highness. I will follow you for life.”
Wilhelmina fell silent, quietly watching her former secretary.
“I don’t like Wolf Sir.”
“He’s a good man,” Hans Borg replied. “Though he’s rigid, he’s very upright and loyal. Your father trusted him, and you should trust him too.”
“Okay,” Wilhelmina sighed. “If it’s your request. But you must write to me and promise not to be hit by bandits’ artillery!”
“I promise.”
“Cross your heart!”
“Cross my heart,” Hans Borg drew a cross over his chest.
Wilhelmina smiled, opened her arms, and hugged Hans Borg’s neck.
“I don’t want you to go.”
