Constance stood suddenly, looking at the red haired vixen.  "Enough.  Alistair, gag her if she cant hold her tongue.  Please remove her from the dining room.  If she does not understand what is expected, she does not eat." She told them, her voice harsh.  She expected slaves to learn their place.<br/><br/>She glared at those in the room.  "This is a dining room, I will not have anything as vile as what I have seen here." She looked at the footman, the slave he had bought.  "You should all know better, now if you cannot eat nicely I will have the slaves removed.  I wish to eat my dinner without being under constant barrage of your behaviour" her eyes swept the room, taking in her sons, their guests and then the staff.<br/><br/>"Ms Prescott, please speak to the staff, remind them of their place." She then sat back down, daring anyone to speak against what she just said.