Those suitors

Today, I was talking to Nerrisa, my maid and my best friend about the men from everywhere flocking here to pursue me. Are they here eyeing for my money, or my beauty, or is it that just purely for my love ?
First, There was this Neapolitan prince. I really wonder what is he here for? All he does is to talk about his horse, which I am not interested about at all! Besides, he is too young and therefore too immature in terms of his mentality, he also do not have the kind of charm that could  mesmerize me.


Then, comes the European prince  . He looks so depressed and solemn. Furthermore, he is such a introvert. I will never marry him!

After which, there is this French lord who is much better than those two prince previously. Nevertheless, nobody is perfect, this man has an unpredictable mood swing, he changes his mood suddenly  , it is as if marrying twenty husbands if I marry him.

Following up is the England man. We have communication barrier, he cannot speak Latin, French, or Italian and I can barely speak English. Moreover, he has extremely bad fashion sense.

Next up is the Scottish lord, he is very violent; he is unreasonable; he loves to pick a fight for

nothing  . 

Last but not least, acceptable, he loves to drink, has no manners and acts like a

animal  .

No, No No!!!! I would rather die as a virgin than marry any one of them!