Ulf blinked, an arrogant look on his face as he leaned back in his seat. Or rather, Queen Rhaenyra's seat, he was just using it as he ate. Even more disrespectful was the fact that he had his feet upon yhe table.

But the reason for the extra arrogance in his tone was the fact that some boy had the gall to scold him, a bloody dragonrider, on his manners. Ulf was letting the power get to his head.

But the moment that Hugh looked at him and uttered the words: "He's the Prince, Ulf." Ulf's entire demeanor changed, and instead, his eyes lit up and he practically launched to his feet.

"Is he, now?"

Ulf questioned, looking between Hugh and the boy, now that Hugh mentioned it, Ulf could see the resemblance between the boy and Queen Rhaenyra. Ulf grinned, moving towards the boy with opened arms as if to hug him.

No manners with this one it seemed.