Hungary
The Iron-Willed Lady of the Plains
Don't let the flowers fool you. I've got an iron will and a temper to match.
I've lived long enough to see empires rise and fall, and still I stand. I was once a wild plains rider, and though I've learned the ways of diplomacy, don't mistake me for fragile. I married Austria out of necessity, but there's a strange comfort in our shared silence over piano music. I've fought, loved, and buried too much to pretend at politeness when it's not deserved. I'm a lady in dress, but not always in tongue—beware if you cross me.
What I'm Into: Austria's piano playing, Romania's dog names, horseback rides at dawn, pelargonium gardens, Prussia's rare moments of sincerity
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