Bruno had unintentionally climbed the social, political, and economic ladder of the German Reich within a period of twenty years. He was now sitting at a position that was damn near untouchable.
He wasn't just a monarch in his own right, answering directly to the Kaiser, but he was a war hero who every political party worth a damn would literally kill just to have him publicly endorse them. His wealth? Few men in the history of mankind could come close to all that he had accomplished.
The public adored him, the sword and shield of the Reich, a man who no matter how high he grew, never forgot his duty to the people. And his wife had long since been referred to as the Angel of Berlin for the aid she gave to the wounded soldiers, homeless, orphans, and just the general downtrodden in life.
