Ulf blinked, an arrogant look on his face as he leaned back in his seat. Or rather, Queen Rhaenyra's seat, which he was using while he ate. Even more disrespectful was the fact that he had his feet upon the table.

The reason for the extra arrogance in his tone was the fact that some boy had the gall to scold him, a bloody dragonrider, on his manners. The boy in front of him was no younger than eighteen, or perhaps he was in his twenties - Ulf couldn't tell. Either way, Ulf was letting the power of being a dragonrider go to his head.

But the moment that Hugh looked at him and uttered the words: "He's Prince, Ulf." Ulf's entire demeanor changed. His eyes lit up and he practically launched to his feet.

"Is he, now?"

Ulf questioned, looking between Hugh and the boy. Now that Hugh mentioned it, Ulf could see the resemblance between the boy and Queen Rhaenyra. Ulf grinned, moving towards the boy with opened arms as if to hug him.

No manners with this one it seemed, but royal blood demanded at least some acknowledgment.