Gregor had never felt nervous about much in his life, but at the age of twenty-three you wouldn't expect him to get nervous about much. But today, on the 4th July was the most important day of his life. The day Althea Baratheon, the woman of his dreams would become Mrs Althea Clegane, a day he had been looking forward to since she said yes. They had their ups and down, but most couples did, but by the gods..., lots had changed around him.

After he left school, he had started training as a fireman, he wanted a career to save people from something that killed his sister and mother and almost took his brother from him. He had also got his own house, not far from the village square, he soon asked Althea to move in with him..., she obviously said yes.

"Don't be nervous," Sandor spoke softly beside him, causing him to look down to his younger brother who was smirking at him. Sandor was his best men, both of them dressed in a light grey suit with was tightly fitted against their body. Sandor had grown his hair so it was longer and had it pulled back in a bun, Gregor was sure that Sansa had talked him into it. Their father was stood beside Sandor dressed in the same suit, his coal black hair had become grey and he had it combed back. He glanced over to the left side of the room, where Joffrey, Renly, Tommen, Stannis and Tyrion had dressed in the same grey suit as Gregor, Tyrion gave him an encouraging smile before turning back to Cersei who was looking around nervously. Althea's father had died two years ago from a stabbing incident and her grandfather had died just last year from a heart attack.

Gregor held his hands together shifting in the seat, he couldn't contain how nervous he was. What if she didn't show up? He glanced down to his hands, which he had clenched on his knees before smiling softly at the two tiny hands that appeared on top of his. Gregor glanced at his two year old nephew, who was dressed in the same suit but clearly not enjoying it. Aidan's fiery red hair was ruffled slightly as if he was playing with it, his stormy grey eyes were sparkling and he had a cheeky smile on his face.

"What are you doing little man? You should be sat by your grandpa," he said softly grinning when the little boy pouted before shaking his little head. "Nope! Bumpy said you nerwous," he said softly causing Gregor to roll his eyes slightly, "whereb Awunty Awea?" He asked softly causing Gregor to ruffle his hair softly. "She won't be long little man, now go back to grandpa," he told him sternly, grinning when Sandor suddenly picked up his son, who squealed in delight before being passed to William, who grinned at his grandson.

Suddenly Beautiful in White started playing through the large hall, drawing people to their feet. Gregor nervously stood next to Sandor, who shot him an encouraging smile before turning back towards the door, Gregor inhaled a deep breath before doing the same. Sansa, Arya, Myrcella and Shireen were all her bridesmaids, their hair was perfectly straightened with all of them having crystal headbands holding their fringe of their faces. The dresses were a soft pink colour, which matched the males waistcoats and ties, Gregor had to be slightly impressed that Althea had managed to get Arya into a dress.

He dragged his gaze past the bridesmaids and felt his throat go dry, there on the arm of her Uncle Jaime was Althea, his soon to be wife.

Her golden hair was hanging over her shoulder in loose curls, half of it was put up, giving it an elegant style. She wasn't wearing any make-up except to put a bit more colour in her cheeks, embedded in her hair was a long train, that reached the floor and trailed behind with the train of the dress. The dress was beautiful, it was strapless and the bodice was embedded with crystals and tight against her body, making her breasts seem more perky. The skirt of the dress stuck out slightly but not to much, it was long with a train, that covered her feet. She had her left arm linked through her Uncle Jaime's, the engagement ring shining on her finger, a bunch of pink roses in her right hand, but the most beautiful thing on her face was her smile, the way it was just radiating fondness.

Once they were by his side, the bridesmaids made their way to the left side of the hall, smiles on their faces as they watched Jaime hand over Althea, before shaking Gregor's hand and stepping back beside his wife. Gregor looked down at his fiancee, who gave him such a bright smile it caused him to grin at her. The priest gave them a soft smile and everyone seated except for Gregor and Althea, who were standing near him, a huge smile on their faces.

"Now, in the sight of the seven, please present the rings." The priest said softly causing Gregor to turn to Sandor who passed him the white gold diamond ring, which had two small diamond stones next to the slightly bigger one. He turned to Althea who was holding a plain white gold ring in her hand, she slipped the ring onto his finger and Gregor let a huge smile grace his face, feeling his heart thudding wildly in his chest. He quickly slipped the ring onto Althea's finger, just above her engagement ring.

Althea rested her hand on top of Gregor's, a smile on her face. The priest gently wrapped a white ribbon around their hands, "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." he paused for a moment, "Look upon one another and say the words." He told them softly.

Gregor inhaled a deep breath, before turning to her, giving her a soft smile.

"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone Stranger,

I am yours and you are mine, from this day, until the end of my days."

There was a long silence as the priest unwrapped the white ribbon from their hands, causing Gregor to grin down at Althea.

"May I present to you, Mr and Mrs Clegane!" The priest said loudly causing the family members and friends to stand to their feet, cheering loudly. Gregor turned down to his wife and slipped his hands onto her hips, "hello Mrs Clegane," he said grinning at her as she slipped her arms around his neck. "Kiss me husband," she said softly.

And he did just that.

Carrying her bridal style through the hotel corridors, Gregor couldn't help but grin at the sound of his wife's laughter. It was nearly midnight, most of the crowd had gone home, except for Sansa and Sandor who were staying in the hotel, after Gregor's father agreed to take Aidan home for the night. When they came to their room, Althea had to bend down slightly from his arms before unlocking it with the card, Gregor hurried inside, kicking the door shut behind as it automatically locked. He felt Althea reach to the wall and switch the light on, causing Gregor to smirk at the trail of rose petals that lead to the large double bed, there was a bucket of ice which had a bottle of champagne resting in it, he glanced to Althea who had a huge smile on her face.

"Did you plan this?" She asked softly, causing him to nod his head before placing her onto the floor. "It's just like our first time," she said softly as she un clipped the veil from her hair and dropping it to the floor, before she kicked her heels of. Gregor looked down to his wife who was smirking at him, she reached for his blazer before pushing it of his shoulders, before starting on his tie and waistcoat. He quickly kicked his shoes off before pushing his lips roughly against his wife's.

It only took a few moments before they were both naked and laying beside on each other on the bed, Gregor looked at her for a long moment, before he pushed his lips back against her mouth, pulling her against him. He grinded against her, causing her to cry out against his lips, arching into him slightly. Suddenly she pushed him onto his back, causing him to look at her in surprise, which was quickly replaced with lust as she straddled his hips, her woman's place pressed against his cock.

She leaned down and pressed her lips back against his, they were careful to start of with, before they grew deeper. She moved against him slightly, causing him to groan deep in his throat. She kept moving against him, in a teasing manner which was making Gregor to hold himself back from shifting her and just thrusting himself inside of her. He placed his hands to her thighs, feeling her muscles flex when she rolled against him causing him to moan softly.

She brushed against his cock softly, a moan escaping her own lips. She paused for a moment before moving her hips to rub against him once again, more firmly, showing him that she had grown wet. He moved his hands to her hips, encouraging her to move once again, she rolled her hips once more but harder, causing him to quickly grip the blankets in his hands. "I love you," he whispered hotly, moving his hips to meet her thrusts, she sat back, resting her hands on his chest, her engagement and wedding ring sparkling from the light, causing his heart to thud wildly in his chest.

Gregor loved it when he took her like this, when he was on his back and completely gave up his control to Althea, he had never done it with a woman before. But when he done it for the first time with Althea, it felt right even though he did try to fight it slightly. "H..Hold me still!" She cried out in pleasure, Gregor gripped her hips once again and held her tightly against his cock. Gregor had to grit his teeth against the need to be inside of her. She moved against him again, her hips snapping in his hands. She let a loud moan escape her lips as the head of his cock brushed against her clit, causing her to throw her head back and moan loudly.

Suddenly he stopped her moving, causing her to frown down at him as he started moving her so she was kneeling above his shoulders. "You might want to hold onto the headboard," he whispered huskily causing her to let out a shaky breath, "oh my gods," she whispered softly, just from the thought of him tasting her like this. He pressed an open mouthed kiss against her clit before sucking, he worked his tongue against it softly. She let a low sweet moan escape her lips, her hips starting to rock gently. He held her still, licking inside of her before trailing his tongue up to her clit. She moaned loudly and pressed her hips down hard against him, jerking against his mouth. Gregor didn't stop, she was jerking against his hands, screaming her pleasure and arched above him.

"Now Gregor!" She cried out above him.

He quickly pulled away from her and helped her straddle him again. She rose up to her knees, a soft smile on her face as Gregor gripped the base of his cock. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, "wait..., Gregor what about a condom?" She asked softly, her voice dripping with the desire she felt. "I don't want to use one..., I want you to have my baby." He said softly, but he wouldn't force her, ever since Aidan had been born, Gregor had always wanted a little baby, and he knew Althea would be a perfect mother.

"Yes, I want one." She whispered softly, he suddenly thrusted his hips up, causing them to both moan gratefully when she welcomed him in. Gregor waited for a moment, trying to control his breathing, letting her find her rhythm. Althea had a look of pure love and pleasure on her face as she moved against him, changing her thrusts from deep and slow to shallow and quick. He kept his hands on her hips, guiding her to grind against him in a circle. Her breath hitched slightly at the pressure against her clit.

She grinned down at him, her body trembling with each thrust. He smiled up at his wife, tilting her forward before changing her angle slightly, so her clit stayed pressed against him, no matter how she moved. A loud moan escaped out of her lips, her elbows giving way so she fell against his chest. Althea stayed there, her hips still moving softly as she caught her breath, she pressed a kiss to his chest before sitting back up.

She tightened her walls around him, causing him to growl in approval. She moved her hips against him, grinding hard causing him to moan loudly, shuddering against her. He quickly placed his feet flat against the bed, helping him thrust more deeply inside of her. She cried out loudly, losing her rhythm, "husband...I..I.." she broke off, clenching around him as her moans grew higher.

"Like this, wife," he moaned, lying back on the bed and watching her as he helped her move with his hands on her hips, "ride me." She moaned again at his words, her gaze still fixed on his face as he moved against him. "I love you," she moaned softly, causing him to grin up at her. "I love you too," he moaned softly, pressing into her deeper. She cried out, snapping her hips up and down, moving against him. She clenched around him again, screaming out a loud moan, he quickly slipped his right hand between them, adding an extra stroke against her with his fingers causing her to moan out loudly again. She started snapping her hips into a fast rhythm, that had him breathless and crying out in pleasure.

He pressed his feet more firmly against the bed and rocked up. "Sweet cheeks, are you balanced?" he asked through gritted teeth, trying to get his lust under control. "Yes," she moaned softly causing him to move once again, tilting her forward. She screamed out in approval, clenching around him tightly, rolling against him as she picked up speed. He helped her, his hands tight on her waist, she threw her head back, causing her golden curls to go flying over her shoulders, her moans had gone loud and sweet as she snapped her hips down.

To Gregor she looked beautiful, her lightly tanned skin was shining with sweat, her cheeks were flushed and her breasts were heaving, she was gazing down at him with such love, he felt his heart skip a few beats. She had a look in her eyes, one he knew too well. She was deliberately squeezing his cock every time she moved down, he roared out loudly, his hands snapping to her hips and pulling her down onto him, harder and faster. Her hands were resting on his shoulder, as she moved quickly against him. He could feel her peak and he was gone, screaming with her..., for her.

He must of blacked out, because when he came back around Althea was beside him catching her breath. He inhaled a deep breath and tiredly rolled to his side, lazily pulling his wife against him. "Did I..., inside of you?" He asked softly, causing her to smile softly at him before cuddling up to him, her head resting in the crook of his neck softly. "Yes," she whispered softly causing him to smile slightly.

"Hopefully, we will be blessed with a little one, just like Sandor and Sansa were with Aidan." He said softly, causing her to lean back and grin at him. "I hope so," she whispered softly placing a soft kiss on his lips before she yawned loudly, causing him to laugh softly. "Go to sleep Althea," he whispered softly, causing her to laugh softly.

"I love you Mr Clegane," she whispered softly.

"Like I love you Mrs Clegane."