Bruno's eyes and ears were everywhere in the Reich. Nearly twenty years of seizing power and control over intelligence networks—or building them from scratch—had given him an unprecedented level of access to threats inside and outside the Reich's borders: to himself, to his plans, and most importantly, to his family.
And there were always those among the ranks of the discontented who knew that selling out their comrades could secure a better outcome for themselves. The fact that a lower prince of the von Wittelsbach Dynasty had orchestrated a little meeting did not go unnoticed by Bruno's agents.
Not one bit.
In fact, it was the King of Bavaria himself who alerted Bruno to what one of his distant relatives was plotting within the halls of a family palace. Not just as a way to bury the hatchet between their ancient lineages—or the wrongs done to Heidi in her youth—but also to reassure Bruno that the royal house of Bavaria had no part in the conspiracy.
Bruno's response was simple:
