Name: Prince Drazen Marcus Rolf Edward Henry III Age: 20 Personality: Can be distant with those he doesn't know but is fiercly protective of his loved ones as well as his people. Drazen leaned back in the carriage, his eyes narrowed as he looked out at the landscape that went by dreadfully slow. His mother was opposite him chattering excitedly about the most recent princess she was aking him to meet. Her name was Diana and she was "As gorgeous as a newly opened rose" as his mother had put it on more then one occasion. He didn't care if she was beautiful, well maybe a little, but that wasn't all he was looking for with someone he would take as his wife. He didn't need someone to look pretty on his arm, he needed someone who would help him, just as his mother does for his father. "Mother I'm sure she is visablly a beauty, but do not be disappointed if I walk away not asking for her hand. You know what I am looking for, we have discussed it many times before now." he said in a soft and loving tone. He wasn't angry with her for wanting to take him to see the princess. She loved being center of attention so it would fit her perfectly. "Oh I know Drazen, I'm just worried you are being much to picky with some of the girls. Victoria was such a nice young lady."she said her tone going sad at the end. Drazen winced. Victoria had been the last girl and it had been horrible. After finding out that poor girl was as smart as a rock, he demanded they leave. The girl had been in tears by the time he had gotten out of the Great hall and he father had been furious that Drazen had disregarded her so quickly. The ride out of the city had been full of curses and threats being yelled into the carriage by the people. They apparently loved little Victoria, but he could not say the sam.