Lugft was about to burst at the seams with unbridled rage. Not only had Wilhelm strode in like some conquering hero and sweep the Hem princess off her feet, now she was insulting him? If he were Wilhelm Lugft would have hit her so hard she'd forget who the hell she was. 
In the end Lugft knew he couldn't do anything, he'd foolishly come unarmed in his rush and as far as he could tell Wilhelm was far more prepared. But Lugft would be damned if he didn't show his superiority to a fucking Gem, no matter how royal her blood was.

"You know princess, for all this blustering about how weak or timid we, unworthy Drakken are it seems more than a little hypocritical" as he said this Lugft began walking down the line towards the princess, deliberately examining each bride as if they were cattle. "After all, how many generations have you Gems been our loyal lap dogs hm? Ten? 20? 30, 100? And when do you think it will stop?" Now he stood right in front of her, a terrible rage filled smile plastered on his face. "I'll tell you when, when all the Gems are dead. If you haven't noticed we are about to go to war, well war may be giving the Gems to much credit eh? Don't you boys agree?" Looking to the assembled lords to nods and loud agreements, "more of a brutal beating really, like a dog who's got a bit out of line. And you call us weak for not squabbling over you like hens?" He drew dangerously close to her with that, right in front of her, practically breathing down on her. "How important do you really think you are? You can talk of your royal blood and high bearing all you like, but you know what you are? Your a tax, a bit of currency who is in the end no greater than any of these other brides, and your new husband," gesturing to Wilhelm, "Can be rid of you whenever he may wish. YOUR nothing Gem, nothing more than another daughter, payed to keep our country, from crushing yours." with tha Lugft stepped back, gave a hearty laugh, and returned to his brides, not even letting the pup respond.