Wilbur had never been one to follow the rules of his family, even if he knew he was the next heir to the throne. He hated the idea of becoming King and losing what little freedom he had left. His father often complained, so what made him think it was fun to rule? Although, once marrying his betrothed, he had slowly come to accept that, and most of his duties. Even if his father was still alive. Which that in itself was partially a miracle given everything their family had been through.

Looking out across the land, he'd allow Fyresong to glide down before eventually landing. With a heavy huff, Wilbur climbed off the large dragon and landed on both feet with a quiet grunt. Running a hand through his hair to tame it after being in the sky for so long. They stopped near the dragon pit, not too far from it. Will got a good view of the castle from where he stood. A heavy sigh left his lips as he began to walk towards the dragon pit, where he allowed himself to part from Fyresong, who - with the people who looked over the dragon pit, took Fyresong inside. Granted with a little struggle. After all, no dragon liked to listen to those who weren't bonded.

Wilbur wandered the halls, heading straight towards his and his beloved's chambers. Walking past multiple guards before opening the heavy doors into the room. Rubbing his face he glanced around. Unsure if he had the room to himself or not. Though he didn't care as he began to strip himself of his armour and leave it by the door.