Ulf sat at the end of the table, eating good food that his life as a lowborn bastard in Kings Landing never got a chance of even seeing, and drinking wine that tasted better than any ale. It was the perks of claiming Silverwing just a night before.

Ulf had been having dinner with the other dragonseeds and the royals, but it seemed Queen Rhaenyra got an important letter which prompted her to leave and take Addam with her, not that Ulf was paying attention, he was too focused on these little birds that he was eating. What even were they?

The next to go, was Prince Jacaerys and Princess Baela, the Prince having stormed off, presumably disgusted by the notion of continuing to eat with lowborn 'dogs' such as Ulf and Hugh, and Baela simply following to comfort the Prince.

The last to leave was Hugh, the tall man claiming to be tired before dismissing himself. It was only then that Ulf looked up from his meal and had his expression blank in suprise as he realized he was alone. Well, not completely alone.

To his right, at the other end of the table was sat a Princess. Rhaenyra's only daughter. Ulf gulped down his wine, his throat bobbing as he watched her carefully as he continued to eat. She seemed to either be zoned out or not very hungry.

Ulf glanced at the nearly untouched food on her plate before clearing his throat and slightly leaning forward. Ulf lowered his voice, glancing around.

"Are you going to eat that?"

Not hard to tell that Ulf had never interacted with a highborn, let alone a royal, in his life.