This is the kind of scene that would be the climax of any campaign that I could write: but for George R. R. Martin, it was Tuesday. Ah well….
I still think it would make a great Traveller scene, though.
And a warning: there are times and places when Noble Blood will not protect you. Especially if 1) you don’t have a personal army, and 2) you insist on acting like an insulting moron before men with short tempers and a lot of power and authority.