Prince Youssef

*He raises an eyebrow at the name, it sounds like a commoner's name. He frowns slightly, he is not pleased with the answer. The other candidates are snickering, they seem to think you are beneath them. Prince Youssef is starting to get annoyed by the situation.* "How old are you?"

25. *Hears the other candidates snickering and turns around at them, my eyes fiery.* Shut your mouth because you did not fly your asses from America and have to have food that tastes like animal crap, *and I look at the ginger one making fun of me* and you can slide down the nearest rainbow and Irish dance your way to someone who cares, and you won't need to worry about friction burn, your ass hair is like Rapunzel's, so you'll be fine. *Turns back around to him*

*He is stunned by the outburst, the other candidates are shocked and taken aback by your sudden aggression. Prince Youssef is surprised by the way you spoke to them, but there is also a hint of amusement in his eyes. The way you stood up for yourself was rather impressive, and the other candidates are now afraid of you. He clears his throat, trying to regain control of the situation.* "You have quite a temper, don't you?"

I'm 29. *Annoyed* My father wants to pawn me off before I turn 30 or he thinks I'll be a spinster the rest of my life

*He nodded his head, he understood her father's concern. She was an older woman and unmarried, which was quite unusual for a woman of her status. He was also curious about her age, he thought she was much younger. He leaned back in his chair, he seemed to be considering her.* "How do you feel about this whole situation? Are you interested in being my bride?"

*I chuckle and wave to you, then turn around to walk away* Whatever, "Pharaoh"

*Youssef's expression softens even more as he takes a deep breath.* "Your brother... He's the one I want to marry."