As the king and queen were explaining how this competition worked, Angus looked over at Torrance. "So pretty boy, looks like it's down to just you and me."

Torrance kept his eyes on the king and queen; after all, he wasn't going to disrespect them. "What do you mean?"

Angus scoffed. "Do you really think she'll pick the other two?" He pointed to Wee Dingwall. "He looks dazed and confused," Then he pointed to MacGuffin, "…and he's too shy and nervous, how could he rule a kingdom? Of course, we'll engage in an epic battle where we fight to the finish for her heart and at the last second, you fall and I get to be declared the winner."

Forget respect. This asshole got on his nerves. Torrance turned to him. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Angus smirked. "You actually think she'd pick you? I mean, she got red as a tomato when she saw me and when she saw you, she rolled her eyes." His smirk grew. "Not so good with the ladies after all."

Torrance growled lowly. No way was he going to fight in front of the king, queen and his possible wife. "Maybe when she sees how much of an asshole you are, she will pick me."

"Oh Torrey, like I'd act like this in front of her."

"So you'd lie?"

"To get what I want, yes."

Torrance had enough. He threw a punch at Angus and they began to fight.

The queen stopped talking, shocked at what she just saw.

Enya's hand started shaking. She hated it when people fought. She absolutely hated fighting; they were probably fighting over her. She caused this! Panic was all over her face then she suddenly stood up. "Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!" She shouted as her voice got higher and higher.

Torrance managed to punch Angus in the face and send him to the ground.

Lord MacIntosh restrained his son from jumping on Angus and continues fighting. "That's enough." He said, sternly.

Lord Munro helped Angus up and dabbed at his bleeding mouth with a cloth.

"You two better find a way to get along, or I won't pick either of you." Without looking back, Enya walked out of the room.