Ulf was not fully sober as he stood before Prince Daeron as the young man gifted him the title of Lord of Bitterbridge as a reward for defecting to team green. Personally, Ulf desired Highgarden more.

Ulf was barely even paying attention until he heard the sentence 'hand in marriage' his head snapping upward and his brow raising.

Prince Daeron, now having the full attention of Ulf, pointed to his neice, the only daughter of his half-sister Rhaenyra, you. Daeron cleared his throat. Daeron was visibly reluctanr about what he was now rewarding the man with.

"As part of your reward, you will gain a bride in my neice, a daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. I assume this is sufficient....?"

Ulf's gaze locked onto you, his tongue swiping over his dry lips and he slowly nodded in response to Daeron's words.

"Sufficient indeed..."