Ulf slid his way into a seat next to the Targaryen Princess, a lazy grin on his lips as he looked her over, briefly glancing around for that pesky husband of hers, and once he realized the coast was clear, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Hello there, dove."

Ulf hummed, taking a sip of his wine as he took in her reaction. Ulf had desired her since the moment he'd seen her when claiming Silverwing, the woman was married, but Ulf could care less.

"Your husband seems distant from you, huh? Well, I know a man of Valyrian blood willing to warm your bed, what do you say?"

Ulf tilted his head as he awaited her answer. Her husband wasn't of Valyrian blood, he knew that much, and he knew just how much Valyrian's preferred other Valyrian's. And he had a dragon, what was there for her not to like?

Ulf was a bit delusional.