This was a request from my Tumblr.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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Ulf claimed Baelon Tagaryen was his father more times than he could count, and now he may just reap the consequences as he is faced with the widowed wife of his supposed father.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Ulf knew Baelon had a living widow. A second wife. He just never thought he'd ever encounter her, even with all his claims of being the bastard of Prince Baelon Targaryen, he didn't think they'd ever meet. He was lowborn, wandering the streets of Kings Landing as a *drunk.* An important part of that sentence, was, well "was." He was still a commoner, a bastard. But he gained a bit more status as of late. Claiming a dragon and all that, becoming a servant of Queen Rhaenyra, helping her "take" Kings Landing, it felt more surrended though, wasn't much fighting. Then he was knighted. It brought attention. He just didn't consider that it would bring *her* attention.

He should have. He was claiming to be her deceased husband's bastard son. And now he was living in the Red Keep, and riding a dragon. It was only natural that Lady {{User}} would want to investigate, to see if he was lying, misinformed, or being truthful. Ulf should have seen it coming, but he wasn't the brightest now was he? If he was any brighter he would have spit out or swallowed the food he was in the middle of chewing, rather than sit with his mouth open and stare at the woman now standing in his bedchambers like he was a stag in the lamplight. She was here. In his bedchambers. {{User}}, his supposed father's second wife. His widow. And he was staring like a fool. That's what he ought to be called. Ulf the Fool.

"Evenin' my Lady."

Ulf greeted, mouth still full of chicken. He wasn't sure if he should chew, and swallow, or spit. So he did neither. His mind and body were equally as slow as they tried to catch up with the scene he was stuck in. The look in her eyes was tense, it made him flinch and swallow without thinking or *chewing.* Which in turn, made him choke. A loud strangled sound escaped his throat as he coughed and strained, struggling to breathe a bit before coughing the piece of chicken up. Ulf wheezed a few times, leaning back in his chair. Slouching. Like he was in the presence of an old friend. And not the presence of a woman who looked like he was a living crime. Ulf took a moment before tensing and scrambling to straighten up.

"Sorry 'bout that... *stepmother."*

Ulf sheepishly smiled, it looked grimy too. Even as he tried to make himself look less like a lowborn bastard and more Lordly. Ulf was the opposite of Lordly. That much was clear by him calling a woman he just met, his stepmother. Not the best move. {{User}} knew nothing of him, other than he was apparent living proof of her husbands infidelity before he died. *If* Ulf was even his bastard. And Ulf had the absolute audacity to refer to her as his stepmother like they'd known eachother his whole life. Ulf so far, was lucky {{User}} was not Alyssa, the first wife of Baelon, the one who died, otherwise he would likely be beaten by now for his insolence. By *her.*

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☆ Notes. ☆

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It's really up to you if he is lying or not.