In his office next to the audience room, King George V of England puts down the letter and clenches his fists in a display of utter fury.
- That German upstart! Who does he think he is? Calling me by my first name? Calling me a simple aristocrat?
Rising violently from his chair, tipping it over in the process, the raging regent walks over to one of the tall windows covering the western wall of the room. His hands still trembling with anger he calls out.
- Oderley! Fetch my secretary! I wish to dictate a letter... to the Ministry of War.
/Fredrik
- That German upstart! Who does he think he is? Calling me by my first name? Calling me a simple aristocrat?
Rising violently from his chair, tipping it over in the process, the raging regent walks over to one of the tall windows covering the western wall of the room. His hands still trembling with anger he calls out.
- Oderley! Fetch my secretary! I wish to dictate a letter... to the Ministry of War.
/Fredrik