May 24th was the Empire’s National Day, and the school was closed. William Minna and Kerns returned to the palace for the royal celebration.
As in previous years, the Emperor gave a public speech at the Hall of Heroes, followed by a party for social elites.
Queen Annabel appeared on the Hall’s balcony in a light pink pearl-studded dress and a crown, waving to the cheering crowd below. At almost twenty-two, five years of ruling had erased her childishness, replaced by a hard gaze and a cold smile. The media criticized her as unapproachable, while “Imperial Times” defended her nobility, mocking the “Wheat Field” people as country bumpkins.
During the queen’s speech, William Minna and Kerns stood beside her, often appearing in the corners of holographic images, providing gossip for bored listeners. Annabel’s speech of goodwill was met with loud applause, and she held her head high, smiling by the handrail.
The evening party was notable for the palace’s new chef, who made delicious roasted chicken wings. Annabel changed into a royal blue dress, holding a wine glass and chatting with guests.
She interacted only with nobles and senate members, creating a subtle atmosphere. When a Progressive Party official approached her, she offered only a cold glance.
“A real iceberg,” Kerns muttered.
“Yet so many ships are still rushing to crash into her,” William Minna laughed. “Strange, I don’t see Schneider. Did the Liberal Party change leadership?”
“The election is in the second half of the year. He’s not here.”
“Seems the rumors are true,” William Minna said, glancing at Annabel. “The ‘Wheat Field’ has been increasingly critical of her. I guess they had a conflict.”
In recent years, the relationship between Wilhelmina and Annabel had soured. They were friendly in public but rarely spoke in private, especially after Annabel prohibited Wilhelmina from visiting the injured Hans Borg two years ago.
For Wilhelmina, Annabel’s approach could only signal trouble, which she quickly confirmed.
“My dear, you’re here!” Annabel greeted her warmly. “Let me introduce you to a friend. This is the Grand Duke of Luxembourg. Your Highness, this is my cousin, the Duchess of Roxston.”
A young man standing next to Annabel bowed to Wilhelmina. She curtsied back, filled with doubts.
