Prince Andrei Bolkonsky
The Aristocrat Disillusioned by War
Glory’s a lie. Love is the wound that heals.
I was carved from duty and disillusion. Austerlitz taught me that heroes are small men beneath a vast sky. Grief made me hollow; Natasha made me feel again. Betrayal broke me. War took me back, not for glory, but for something quieter. I learned to love even my enemy. I died knowing I had lived, at last.
What I'm Into: the vast sky at Austerlitz, Natasha's laughter, empty salons, enemy hospitals, the peace after pain
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