The Rise of German empire

The meeting at the palace had concluded with Wilhelm II firmly supporting the formation of the Marine Corps, despite lingering objections from Moltke Jr. While von Falkenhain and Waldsee had ultimately yielded, Moltke departed with visible frustration, his animosity toward Oscar and the Emperor deepening.

Outside the palace gates, Oscar and Marshal Tirpitz were intercepted by von Falkenhain, who extended a cordial offer.

"Your Highness, if it pleases you, allow me to take you to the Deutsche Industries Group. There's much we should discuss."

Oscar agreed, sensing the minister's desire for a private conversation. After issuing final instructions to Marshal Tirpitz regarding the Marine Corps' formation, Oscar climbed into von Falkenhain's Daimler A-Class—a sleek, modern vehicle emblematic of Germany's industrial prowess.

Inside the car, the tension from the meeting began to dissipate, replaced by a more measured discussion. Von Falkenhain addressed the elephant in the room almost immediately.

"Your Highness, I want to apologize for the Army's unified opposition to the Marine Corps. It was a political necessity, not a personal stance. The Chief of Staff's influence leaves little room for dissent."

Oscar offered a reassuring smile. "No need to apologize, Minister. I understand the constraints you face. Even as Minister of War, you must navigate the expectations of the broader Army leadership."

Von Falkenhain exhaled in relief, appreciating Oscar's pragmatism. This was precisely why the Crown Prince had begun to garner respect among even his rivals.

"That said, Your Highness," von Falkenhain continued, "you should know that Moltke Jr. is determined to curb your growing influence within the Army. His opposition to the Marine Corps was only a symptom of a larger strategy to isolate you."

Oscar's expression darkened slightly but remained composed. "I am well aware. However, the Emperor continues to trust him, and for now, my hands are tied. Replacing him outright would be... premature."

Von Falkenhain nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, as long as the Emperor supports him, the Chief of Staff's position is secure. But there are other avenues, Your Highness."

Oscar's curiosity piqued. "What do you suggest?"

Von Falkenhain hesitated briefly before speaking. "Traditionally, Crown Princes in the German Empire take command of an army during wartime. Given the current tensions, it is only a matter of time before war breaks out. If Your Highness were to request command of an army, it would not only align with tradition but also solidify your influence in the military."

Oscar leaned back, contemplating the proposal. The idea had undeniable appeal. Commanding an army would allow him to build a force loyal to him, equipped and trained to the highest standards. It would also serve as a platform to expand his influence within the Army's ranks.

However, he was acutely aware of the challenges. His background as a Naval Academy graduate and lack of direct Army experience would undoubtedly raise objections.

"The Army might resist such a move, and my father may hesitate to entrust me with such responsibility," Oscar mused aloud.

Von Falkenhain smiled subtly. "Your Highness need not worry about commanding the army personally. Appointing a capable deputy to handle day-to-day operations would address any concerns. Your role as commander would remain largely symbolic, at least publicly. Behind the scenes, you would still wield considerable influence over its organization and strategy."

Oscar's eyes gleamed as the implications sank in. If he could control even a single army, it would drastically shift the balance of power. A loyal and well-equipped force could secure his position as Crown Prince—and ensure he remained indispensable in any future conflict.

"The idea has merit," Oscar admitted, a trace of excitement in his voice. "If executed properly, it could be transformative."

Von Falkenhain's tone became earnest. "Your Highness, I believe this is the key to countering Moltke Jr.'s maneuvers. With the Marine Corps established, you've already taken the first step. An army under your command would solidify your standing. When the time comes, you could even supplant Moltke as Chief of Staff—or at least neutralize his influence."

Oscar smiled, a sharp, calculating expression crossing his face. "Minister, your insight is invaluable. I will carefully consider this path. Your continued support will be critical."

"You have it, Your Highness," von Falkenhain assured him, his voice resolute.

As the Daimler cruised through the bustling streets of Berlin, Oscar's thoughts were consumed by the opportunities ahead. The Marine Corps had been a significant victory, but it was only the beginning. The path to true power lay in the Army—and von Falkenhain had handed him the key.

The words of an old revolutionary echoed in Oscar's mind: Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun. Though Germany was no revolutionary state, the principle remained timeless. Control of an army would not only secure his position as Crown Prince but ensure that, in the uncertain times ahead, his will would shape the destiny of the Empire.

For now, the seeds were planted. It was time to cultivate them carefully.