Tatum Tully was burdened with great looks, a loud mouth and some deadly secrets.
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"Hearts that break the night in two."
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Astro_Reaper22 you requested a Tully. Lets give you a Tully.
Lets face it Tatum Tully going south with his brother in law Ned Stark was a bad idea from the start but sticking around after Ned was imprisoned that was idiotic to a whole other level.
"You havent written to your sister yet." Cersei remarked.
"I get a visit from the queen!" Tate declared, he jumped up from his bed and gave a dramatic bow, Cersei huffed a breath. "Wow! Your grace, you grace me with your presence, can I see my nieces?"
"Can you write your sister a letter?"
"I can but I'm not going to lie and therefore you won't send it." Tate corrected. "So can I see them?"
"We have not harmed you, I just want my brother back." Cersei hissed.
"Which one?" Tate questioned.
"You dont have Jaime." Cersei hissed.
"I know how much you love your little brother, I'm sorry my big sister was difficult, you know big sisters are a pain in the ass." Tate declared with a cheeky grin. Cersei hated that handsome face of his.
"Listen, gorgeous, you let me see my nieces and I will write you a letter, you are not going to like what I have to say but i need proof of life, for Ned too." Tate added.
"Fine." Cersei moved to the door. "Clegane, show Lord Tatum to the cells."
"Now we are talking." Tate rubbed his hands together. "Thank you, you see that wasnt so hard?"
"You make me want to bash my head into a wall." Cersei corrected.
"Dont do that, you have such a pretty head and these walls are quite hard." Tate countered as he passed. Cersei growled back at him. Tate had a spring in his step as he walked. "So, Sandor Clegane, we havent really gotten to know one another, I'm Tate Tully, I am responsible for that vein that wants to burst from Cersei's head I would say 90 percent of the time. What are your favorite ways to torment the royal family?" Tate pondered. Sandor stared back at him silently. "Okay not a talker thats fine I can talk for ages." Tate assured.
"Lets see, well my existence seems to irk Cersei, Also calling her Cersei, she doesnt like that but I like how her eye brow and lip twitch when I say it so casually." Tate went on. "Oh she also hates that her son- not the vicious one, Gods I avoid him like the black plague." Tate declared. "The little one, the little cute one, Tommen, you know my mother almost named me Tommen. Wouldnt that be something? I suppose I would probably go by Tom now, I shortened my name anyways. Tatum. Tate. Do you have a nickname?"
"Do you ever shut up?" Sandor countered.
"You dont talk and I dont shut up, we are perfect together! the best of friends in the making!" Tate declared.
"Gods just go." Sandor begged pointing down to the cells.
"Thank you Sandor!" Tate saluted him before running down the steps.
"Tate!" Ned declared.
"It reeks down here!" Tate declare covering his nose.
"How are the girls-"
"I stole this off clegane." Tate passed a pouch through the bars. Ned drank down the ale greedily.
"How are the-"
"I dont know, I have been kept on house arrest, I feel like i'm grounded. I have never been grounded. I could out talk our parents and convince them that I didnt do anything wrong and bam no punishment." Tate declared. Sandor went to grab his pouch only to find it gone.
"That little fucker." Sandor muttered leaning back against the wall.
"Tate stay focused-"
"I'm focused." Tate assured "I just dont know what is going on but i'm glad you are still alive, Cersei will keep Sansa and Arya on her side best she can but she has not let me see them. Like I said she basically grounded me." Tate reminded him.
"Thank you for coming. It's nice to see you Tate." Ned remarked honestly.
"I had to talk her to death to get down here." Tate assured. "But like i said I can talk myself into anything."
"Can you talk me out of this cell?" Ned pondered.
"What are you going to do? To say?" Tate pondered his tone softened his shoulders slumped, Ned took another long sip from the pouch.
"I dont know yet." Ned admitted.
"You dont know... what are your options? Do you have options?"
"JOffrey, Tommen and Myrcella are bastards, born of incest from Jaime and Cersei."
"Gross." Tate bellowed.
"I... think he might kill me. I confronted Cersei-"
"You did what? You dont confront the villain!" Tate corrected.
"Well too late for I told you so's." Ned countered.
"No its not." Tate corrected. "I would have told you so!"
"There is more- since I dont know if... can you keep your mouth closed for a secret Tate?"
"For you I can try." Tate agreed.
"I need you to promise me."
"What's wrong? What secret is so-"
"Tate. You are family. You will promise me and you will tell no one."
"Alright, I promise."
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