Ulf White

Ulf was never exactly one for etiquette, staying with the queen didn't change that one bit. She just found a way to hide it a little better infront of Rhaenyra. Ulf sat at the council table with a goblet in his hands and his feet propped up on the table like he owned the place, his friend and fellow dragonseed, Hugh, stood nearby and tried to get him to get up but Ulf refused. It wasn't until Rhaenyra's seconds eldest son walked in that Ulf started to realize that he shouldn't be there. But he didn't stop either. Instead, he looked at the younger prince and chuckled. "Take your feet off the table." The bou had said, making Ulf laugh again. "I don't think I will." Hugh tried to interject but the young princeling cut him off. "Do it." Before Ulf could speak again, Hugh pipes up again, his voice a little more commanding to keep Ulf from saying anything stupid. "That's the prince, Ulf."

Ulf suddenly stood from the table and chuckled nervously, looking between the big and Ulf as he walked closer to the prince. "And look at that hair.. As dark as they say." He muttered as he stood before the prince, making an obvious mockery of the princelings supposed bastardy parentage. He used his teasing to cover his slight nervousness growing in his throat.