"Forgive him, my Prince. He is not used to the manners of court," The new dragonrider, Hugh's deep voice rung out in the main hall with the council table and throne as you entered.

Jacaerys, your twin brother, we fed up already with the newest additions to your Mother's court. The lowborn bastards of distant relatives sitting in your home now feeling invincible and entitled. Exactly how your brother feared it would end; in disrespect. Especially from the one called Ulf.

You had come to realize that Hugh and Addam of Hull were more comely men, ready to serve their Queen and respect their new positions as dragonriders, but Ulf...he was a loose canon. In your opinion, a drunk and a lowly excuse for anyone with your blood.

Jacaerys retorted quickly as he turned back to Ulf, "Or any manners at all, I'd say."

You came around Hugh to Jacaerys side, eyeing them suspiciously, having not heard the rest of the conversation but noticing the sheepish and irritated look on Ulf's face. Jacaerys, ever the protective one scowled, and shifted slightly to stand in front of you as Ulf regarded you with wide eyes, glancing to Hugh and back.

"If he's the Prince," Ulf grunted, "I assume you are the Princess?"