Prince Servian smiled at the prospect of being able to get some 1-on-1 time with Kennith Lanning, it brightened his mood considerably. His back was to the window and it was only the horrified looks on the other Nobles' faces that caused him to turn and look back out the window overlooking the Garden. Servants were rushing to close the curtains, but not fast enough for Servian not to see the figure crouched down next to Luna. He didn't make anything of it, assuming that her man-servant Thomas was simply giving her advice, but then Servian saw Thomas, here inside the breakfast hall. The realization dawned on him, just as several of the Nobles within the room began to whisper.<br/><br/>The shame and embarrassment were palpable and worse yet, they'd closed the window's curtains before he saw Luna push Kennith away, so Servian's final thought was that the woman he was supposed to be marrying was outside making out with some childhood sweetheart; worse yet, the Bor would rather have the curtains drawn to give them privacy,  than actually disciplining his daughter for the grievous inappropriate behavior.<br/><br/>"Bor Aname, I have held my temper just about long enough! You will have words with your daughter while I have them with Nobleman Lanning. You will set her straight, or I shall be forced to return to Long Hook and inform my Father that your daughter's behavior is simply too immature for the responsibility of marriage. It will then be written in the annuls of history that on the eave of peace between our clans,  your spoiled daughter would rather neck with her adolescent flame....For If I am slighted again whilst a guest in this house, than that will be the last time. ....Do YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" Servian's face was bright red and the veins in his muscular neck stood out and pounded with anger. It wasn't proper for a Prince to speak to a Bor in this manner, but the Aname's own transgressions were far to severe for any repercussions other than apologizing and trying to make the situation right.<br/><br/>"Have the horses Saddled, I wish to start this 'pig hunt' immediately. I and my four Berserker Guard will accompany 'nobleman' Lanning. We will see if what sort of 'swine' we can bring back on a spit!" Servian commanded and then stormed out of the breakfast hall, casting his breakfast aside.