In the Berlin Palace, the Junker nobility laid their cards on the table with the government. They had the sense to inform the government to coordinate before attacking Denmark, without the rashness of striking first and talking later.
Prime Minister Frank was livid, his face ashen. He himself was born of the Junker nobility, and they had waited to inform him only when the sword was at their throats—it was clear he wasn't considered one of their own.
This was a serious matter; the Kingdom of Prussia had already fallen into the hands of the Junker aristocracy—bourgeoisie-controlled political parties and parliaments had been reduced to minor roles.
If the situation were described in terms of shares, the Junker aristocracy had already taken control of sixty-five percent of the "company" that is Prussia, making them the absolute majority shareholders.
