Ulf huffed as he leaned back in his chair, swirling around the wine in his goblet as he glanced around the dining hall of Bitterbridge. He was named Lord of Bitterbridge, sure, but he could do better, he originally wanted Highgarden, but now he had set his sights on something much bigger.

"I'd make a good King, wouldn't I?"

Ulf suddenly blurted, his gaze drifting towards his mate. He had really scored with that one, a bastard like him being mated with royalty. The sibling of Rhaenyra Targaryen.

"I mean, I know I would. I'd like you by my side too."

Ulf murmured, shrugging before he awkwardly looked down at his wine, awaiting a response from his mate.