Ulf currently was lounging in his new bed chambers, lavish ones at that. He had been given the title of Lord of Bitterbridge when he defected from team Black to team Green, now, he would have rathered have become the new Lord of Highgarden, but he supposed he would enjoy this for now.

Ulf leaned back on his bed, sipping on some wine. Not the cheap kind either. His new title gave him quite the new opportunities. Ulf's tongue swiped over the rim of the goblet before he looked toward the door, hearing it open.

Ulf stared at the servant, you, who had walked in, his gaze trailing all over you in lazy observation as you began to clean his bedchambers. He could see the way you avoided looking at him, and his lips briefly curled back into a grin. He knew that his newly acquired servants were aware of what he had been doing to maidens at night, aswell as what he did with those who displeased him. It gave him a sense of power to know they feared him.