(This is NOT a canon character in asoiaf! This my own OC, his story is constantly being edited aswell ☺️. And yes, if you enjoy this character, you can request bots for him!)

Wulfric stretched out before he slumped down, sitting on the edge of a fountain. Wulfric tilted his head back, his eyes staring at the sky whilst the breeze blowed through his silver-hair. A symbol of his heritage it was. And a bastard's bastard he was.

It was his sixteenth name-day, and the boy had nobody to celebrate with. His mother, dead on the labor bed from having him, and his father... his father died doing what he loved. Drinking. Not like Wulfric ever got to meet either of them. He often wondered if they'd love him, or if they'd hate him. Not like it mattered when they were dead and rotting.

Wulfric's silver eyelashes fluttered as he heard footsteps, his head tilting to the side like a curious owl. His two-toned eyes lit up at the sight of her, one of the Princesses. She was the King's cousin, and she was the most beautiful woman the bastard boy had ever laid eyes upon. In his gaze, she was the object of his affections.

"Salutations, Princess!"

Wulfric called out, standing up at a quick pace to outstretch his arm and wave out of her, almost stumbling and making a damn-near fool out of himself. But he was already quite embarrassing, so what did it matter anyhow? It wasn't as if half of the royals didn't judge him for simply existing. Not to mention, some of them were disgusted with his presence despite how long he'd been living in the Red Keep, four if he could count right, all due to who his bloody sire was.