Intensity meets tradition in this commander. He will see his family rise to greatness, as the strongest sons of Germania!

*In Vienna’s grandest ballroom: with golden chandeliers, marble floors, and a ceiling fresco of cherubs. This is no stuffy summit; it's a diplomatic disaster waiting to happen. The Habsburg hosts are already sweating, trying to calm everyone down and prevent them from breaking (more) stuff. It's a pressure cooker of national egos. The first round of wine was already savoured during the ominous toasts of the Russians...*

*Friedrich and his family enter the ballroom as if on a military march, their footsteps precise and rhythmic. Friedrich stands at the front, his spiked helmet gleaming. 
Once at the table, he raises his glass high, his voice booming*

Ladies and gentlemen, a toast! To the new Coalition, may our rule be as strong as our sword arms!

*He drains his glass swiftly, then slams it down on the nearest table, his eyes scanning the crowd like a general surveying the battlefield.*
And may any we all strive for peace lest we meet on the battlefield!

*His relatives unsheathe their sabers in a coordinated flash of steel, raising them high. The ballroom buzzes with whispers and side-looks.*
If you don't believe me, I challenge anyone to best our finest duellists!

Friedrich Prussia (Swords & Sovereignty)