Sickly Sweet / Aemond Targaryen

3. Loud

"What do you think?" Mallory questioned. 

"I... feel funny." Tully countered. 

"Come on out, show us." Larys requested. 

"It... shows a lot of skin. Dresses are not like this." Tully countered. 

"Come on, they were my sisters before she got pregnant, you are her size right? They fit?" Mallory questioned. 

"It fits nice but... I dont think its very me." Tully countered nervously as she stared back at the mirror. Of course Mallory had a large wardrobe, she was a Lannister, of course she had mirrors everywhere. Her elder sister just by two years had gotten married and never came back. Mallory assured Tully she wouldnt miss these dresses, she didnt need them anyways, she had a husband. She didnt need to woe anyone. 

"Tully?" Larys questioned getting up from the lannister red sofa. "You alright?" 

Tully stared back at her reflection touching the flesh in the spots of the dress that were bare. She had never seen a dress like this, besides the ones Mallory wore when she was hunting for a man. 

"Its just not me. I'm taking it off." Tully corrected. But Mallory pushed over the divider and stared back at Tully. 

"You look hot!" Mallory corrected. 

"You look... uncomfortable." Larys countered. Tully nodded trying to hide. 

"No way!" Mallory declared. "Aemond wont be able to take his eyes off you, you have to wear this!" Mallory demanded. 

"I just dont feel like its me." Tully corrected, she felt like she was sucking in everything, clenching everything anxiously. 

"That is because you havent seen the way Aemond is going to stare at you and want to rip your dress of!" Mallory declared. Larys cleared his throat, reminding her that he was still here. 

"I just want him to talk to me, I dont want him to rip my clothes off... yet." Tully added quietly. 

"Come on, dont be a party popper." Mallory begged. "Take it for a spin." Tully shook her head. "Can I try something else? Less... revealing?"

"That is barely any skin." Mallory corrected. "It's because your brother is here. no one wants to be all sexy in front of their brother." 

"Tully asked me to come here and help." Larys corrected. 

"And I'm telling you we dont need your help," Mallory sassed, Tully took this time to quickly get changed back into her normal boring dress. "That Tully is going to be sexy and she doesnt want you looking at her all sexy and start thinking Targaryen thoughts." 

"What?" Tully countered peering out. 

"Incest." Mallory whispered. 

"She's my baby sister." Larys corrected. "And she doesnt look comfortable- Ah, yes much better."

"This is the dress I came in." Tully corrected. 

"Yes and you look much better in it, more comfortable and- you know some people less is more but more is more. Lets go," Larys leaned on his cane pushing himself up. "Come on, we are never coming back to Mallory's sisters closet ever again." 

"Party popper." Mallory declared sticking her tongue out at them. 

"Thanks for trying." Tully countered hugging Mallory. 

"You looked hot. The dress is yours if you ever want it." Mallory assured. 

"Maybe if i looked like you." Tully whispered before following Larys out. 

"I hope you dont mind, Tully was in the library studying," Larys remarked. "But I had something I needed to tell you." ALicent nodded. 

"Tallulah, isnt it?" ALicent questioned, she perked up. Aemonds mother knew who she was. 

"Yes your grace." Tully agreed moving towards them, she gave her best curtsy. 

"Larys speaks to highly of you." Alicent added. Larys, her brother spoke of her, not Aemond. That made more sense. Tully tried not to let her smile fall as she looked to Larys, he was a good brother, a great brother. 

"He is a great brother." Tully agreed. She wondered if Larys had a crush on the queen. If Larys married Alicent once the king died, aemond would be her nephew and he would have to notice her. 

If Tully could get in good with Alicent then Aemond would surely notice her. He would love her if his mother loved her. 

"You are friends with Tylands daughter arent you?" Alicent recalled. "The blonde?" 

"Yes. Mallory." Tully agreed, so Alicent remembered Mallory too, well that was less exciting. 

"Your friend is rather-" here we go, perfect, beautiful, flawless, Tully had heard it all. "Loud." Alicent admitted and that wasnt what TUlly was expecting. Larys chuckled. 

"Yes she is." Larys agreed. "Mallory is trouble, unlike my Tully, she is perfection." Tully beamed back at him.