King Fergus's Perspective
Fergus had seen everything, well most of it anyway. He was busying dancing with Elinor when he heard a feminine scream. He turned round and saw his daughter dashing off while the Macintosh lad was on the floor. He let out a laugh, the lad's expression was just to priceless something between anger and shock.
Elinor had left his side to help the lad and was now defusing the tension in the room.
Once Fergus heard the music start up again he decided that he had enough dancing for one night. Besides he didn't think Elinor would appreciate him accidentally stepping on her feet any more than she had too. He made his way over to the lords and could tell they were arguing amongst themselves. Lord Dingwall looked just about ready to murder Lord Macintosh. Lord Macguffin on the other hand was laughing and eating watching the two go back and forth.
"Alright then? What's this?" Fergus asked them as he took a seat by them.
Lord Dingwall spoke "Aren't you the least bit angry?! His son tried to kiss your daughter." Lord Dingwall being the more traditional of the bunch thought that kissing should be between official couples and be left to private moments. He never went around kissing his wife in public unless it was absolutely necessary.
Fergus raised an eyebrow and answered "No, should I be?"
"Yes! If she was my daughter I'd be fuming. It's not appropriate for lads to be kissing lasses when they aren't even betrothed." Lord Dingwall said. "You should throw Clan Macintosh out for this."
Lord Macintosh looked astounded then replied back angrily "Ah! So that's what this is all about! You're just mad that my boy had enough guts to try and make a move."
"Rubbish!" Lord Dingwall cried out. "My lad has plenty of guts but he's a decent lad compared to yours!"
"Are you saying my son is indecent!" Lord Macintosh asked.
"Well if the feathers fit the fine bird then yes!" Lord Dingwall said. "Just looked at the way the lad flounces around the ladies, he's got them swooning and sighing like a bunch of idiots. Who's to say he hasn't you know."
Lord Macintosh drew his sword and pointed it at Lord Dingwall. "I've had just about enough of you!" He yelled. Lord Dingwall was about to retort when...
"SHUT IT!" Fergus yelled. "Now calm down you two, there's no need to be fighting over this."
"And why not?" asked Lord Dingwall. "Aren't you worried about the safety of the Princess's virtue?"
"Not at all" replied Fergus. He took a swig of some wine. "My daughter is more than capable of taking care of herself. Years of training her with sword and arrow proved that. Besides I trust your lads will behave themselves accordingly."
Lord Macguffin spoke up at that moment "That's right! Besides the lad hit the floor before he got close enough." He let out a hearty laugh and the lords joined in except Lord Macintosh.
"Well he just surprised her that's all." Lord Macintosh said.
"That wasn't surprise that was terror. At least she didn't react that way to my son saving her" Lord Macguffin joked.
Lord Dingwall spoke up at that moment "No, of course not! But I believe your lad also tried to kiss the princess."
"You have no proof of that!" Lord Macguffin retorted. He glared at Lord Dingwall and all Fergus could do was sigh. There was no such thing as a friendly chat with the lords. Every discussion either led to accusing words or outright declarations of war. None of them ever went through with it though he thanked his Queen for that.
"Aye I do! We all saw it! The lad held her in his arms far too long if you ask me." Lord Dingwall said. He went on "Your lad's going to be mighty hurt when the princess choses Wee Dingwall."
"Oh and what makes you so sure she'll chose your son over mine." Lord Macguffin asked Lord Dingwall.
"Trust me the lad may not look like much but he's better at tactics than yours. Sure good lucks and strength only get you so far in life." He said as he looked at Lord Macguffin and Macintosh. "But it's brains that will help you succeed." He proudly puffed out his chest.
All was quiet at the table before Fergus and the lords erupted in laughter.
"If your son is sooo smart than why hasn't he shown that he is?" Lord Macintosh asked between bouts of laughter.
"A genius doesn't show he's a genius right away. He lulls his enemies in a false sense of security before crushing them!" Lord Dingwall said as he proceeded to crush a blueberry tart for show. "He's smarter than both your lads." He said as he pointed to the lords.
"Oh if he's so smart then why is he sitting there staring off instead of rushing after the princess?" Lord Macguffin asked.
"Well he clearly saw…. that…she was distressed and needed to be alone. "Lord Dingwall struggled to answer. "That's the gentlemen-ish thing to do."
Lord Macguffin took a bite of his pork chop. He then proceeded to say between mouthfuls "No, the correct thing to do was to chase the lass and make sure she was alright."
Lord Macintosh agreed with him and Lord Dingwall shook his head in disapproval.
"Besides," Lord Macguffin started "My lad's already followed her."
Fergus turned to look where the suitors where seated and indeed found that the Young Macguffin was gone.