Sandor and I broke the news of our wedding that evening. Sansa and Opal immediately rushed us to squish us all together in a hug.

"I'd love to be present," Sansa said, tears shining in her eyes.

"Of course, we want you there," I said.

"She'll need a gown made," said Sandor. "We'll be married before the week is done." Sansa's face lit up.

"I'll send for fabric from the market. I can make you one, Kezya. It'll be perfect."

"I can't wait to see what you make," I gushed. I never thought I'd ever marry again, let alone have my dress made by a Queen.

"Congratulations, you two!" Opal nearly poked out Sandor's eye in her excitement as she grabbed his face to place a kiss on his cheek. "He's really going to be a part of the family now!" Sandor's face was the brightest I had ever seen as he bashfully accepted Opal's affection.

"Shackling yourself down, eh?" Tormund joked. "Thought Jon and Ygritte's sappy ceremony was the only one I'd see in this lifetime."

"Who says you're invited?" Sandor gruffed.

"I do. He's my ginger brother. Got a problem with it?" I jokingly squared up to Sandor. He smirked and pretended to hold me back by my shoulders.

"Fine. The ginger fuck can stay."

"By the by, you rather like ginger fucks," I said cheekily.

"Do I?" His expression of confusion amused me.

"I would hope so. You have one most every night."

Tormund nearly choked on the contents of his drinking horn as he guffawed at my cleverness. Sandor rolled his eyes goodhumoredly before hugging me to his chest.

"One? More like a couple of rounds," Sandor said cheekily into my ear. I hid my face in his chest, overcome by giggles as nearby friends chuckled. I lifted my head in time to see the tail end of Sansa's laughter as she shared a wink and a suggestive glance with one of her head guardsmen. The man responded with an affectionate look and flirty grin.

My grin at Sandor was fuelled by what I had just witnessed.

"Speaking of shackles, perhaps we can find an old pair somewhere. That will make our rounds quite interesting."

"Like we need any help keeping things interesting," grumbled Sandor, his hand slipping slowly down my back.

"There are some hot springs around the north that are nice and relaxing for couples, " said Jon helpfully.

"He should know. Conceived his son in one," said Tormund. Jon laughed and swatted his friend.

"This inn is a marvel in itself for that," muttered Sandor. Jon heard the comment and looked between us.

"Do you really already have one on the way?" He asked with a raised brow and slight smile.

"Perhaps," I said cryptically, raising my brow at Sandor for letting the secret out so freely. I hadn't even told Opal about my possible pregnancy. Thankfully she had popped back into the kitchen to refill mugs.

Sandor gave me a sheepish look as Sansa's gaze flickered excitedly between us. I could only imagine her hunkering down in her room to sew baby clothes.

Tormund showed his excitement his own way by loudly telling a tale about a time that he courted and mated a 'she-bear.'

"In plain speech, he fucked a Mormont," said Sandor. I laughed as Tormund wiggled his eyebrows.

Over Sandor's shoulder, I saw Bran staring at his back quite intently. A slight smile appeared as he met my gaze.

"You'll be paid, of course, for having to accommodate us longer, but the celebration will be worth it," said Bran.

The rest of the evening was spent with drinks, food, and tales. Sandor insisted I sit down, but I protested, telling him I was fine and that I still had to run the inn. I, in turn, kept insisting he sit and talk with our friends. We eventually compromised. For the rest of the evening, I sat on Sandor's knee and would get up to fill jugs if needed. Sandor would, in turn, help with the horses and room orders if needed.


I noticed that Sandor was a lot more affectionate with me than usual that night. His hands strayed to my stomach more than once as we kissed, my back pressed against our door. His kisses were softer and more lingering than usual. I watched his eyes roam over my body in complete reverence, and I teared up with emotion. He made me feel so beautiful and desired.

We slowly undressed, each garment taken off completely until we were bare. Sandor's lips and hands were relentless. I pressed my body up against his, desperate to feel more of him. I let out a surprised moan as he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed.

He sat on the edge and maneuvered me to straddle his lap. I gave him one sweet peck on his lips, which he returned promptly. His lips traveled over the skin of my chest as I felt his hardness grow beneath me. I wiggled my hips with a smirk upon my face, watching him pause with his mouth open in a silent moan. I took advantage of the pause to slowly sink down onto him. His moan became vocal as his arms slipped around my hips securely.

Although I was on top, Sandor had firm control of my hips. He took his time in moving, his thrusts gentle and lingering, much like his kisses that accompanied the movement. I held on to his shoulders, one hand tangled in his hair as I deepened our kisses.

We continued to move together this way, feeling connected even beyond physical touch. Every move and every touch felt so right. Sandor's thrusts turned more urgent and passionate as we approached our release. I gave a cry against his lips as I rode out my orgasm, feeling him spill into me with a guttural moan, our bodies flush as we slumped together, spent.

He gingerly rolled us to allow me to recline on my side and put an arm around me as he spooned me. I caught my breath, throwing a satisfied grin over my shoulder at him.

"Should I prepare for the next round?" I teased.

"I'll make you come by my fingers if you're not careful," he grumbled. I giggled, pulling his arm tighter around me.

"That doesn't sound like a threat I'd try to avoid," I said, intertwining our fingers.

"Give me a moment of respite, woman, and I'll follow up on my threat," retorted Sandor. His breath blew on the back of my neck as he nuzzled up behind me, his other arm coming around to slide under my head for support.

I let out a happy sigh. Feeling his strong arms and big body around me as we slipped into a doze, I felt the most secure I'd ever been in a long time. I was his, and he was mine.


I had terrible morning sickness the rest of the week. Preparations went on without a hitch. Sansa finished my dress in record time, and it fit perfectly. I was enamored with the embroidery of white flowers running down the bust.

Opal was grateful for Gilly's help in the mornings now that I was practically indisposed every day. Sandor continued to be a sweet help to me during my sicknesses.

"I should keep an entire pot of mint on the windowsill for you at this point," rasped Sandor on the sixth morning, getting up to retrieve our clothes from the floor.

"Would I be asking too much for you to bring me a cup of hot water?"

"Nothing you ask of me will be too much," said Sandor, his tone softer as he set my clothes down beside me on the bed and started dressing. I exchanged a smile with him as I settled my back against the headboard to rest as he went downstairs.

Sandor returned with a tray with my mint and hot water and a small assortment of food. I noticed that it was a bit of all my favorite breakfast pastries and foods.

"All the food is from Opal. She says for you to eat your fill once you feel alright. That our pup needs some nourishment for our big day tomorrow," said Sandor, his lips upturned in an amused smile as he sat near me on the edge of the bed and placed the tray in my lap. I let out a laugh as I steeped some mint into my water.

"Our pup needs to give me a bit of mercy in the mornings," I said, sipping slowly.

"Not a chance since he comes from my seed," teased Sandor.

"Seven save me," I whispered into my cup. Sandor chuckled quietly and rubbed his hand across my shoulders.

"I wouldn't mind if it was a girl, either. She'd be a miniature you." His eyes gazed upon me fondly, and I enjoyed gazing back, admiring the bits of hazel specks in his brown eyes.

"Can you be sure of that? She could be a miniature version of you." His scowl was immediate.

"Seven hells, don't wish that upon our child," grumbled Sandor.

I smiled.

"I hope they at least inherit your eyes, whatever they turn out to be," I insisted.

"No, they should have yours," he argued. "Mine are shit."

"They are not shit. I love your eyes. They'll get one eye of each color, then."

"Would you not wish for our pup to be a freak?"

"Sandor!" I swatted him playfully. "Our pup will be perfect. Stop with your negativity and come over here and kiss me before you go."

Sandor smirked at my swat and scooted closer on the edge of the bed, careful not to jar the tray in my lap. He pulled my face close to his, lips touching upon mine slowly and tenderly. His hands passed gingerly over my stomach before standing up.

"Best come down with an empty tray," he said sternly.

"And if not?" I challenged with a smirk.

"Straight to sleep for us tonight."

I laughed.

"I'll eat a little bit, but I'd so like to see you try to harness your self-control." I reached out and touched his leg, inching my hand over his thigh. I was satisfied by his intake of breath. "We can't seem to resist one another for very long, can't we, dove?"

"I'll be cross that you aren't nourishing our little pup. Straight to sleep for the both of us unless you empty that tray." His eyes watched my hand continue its ascent up his thigh and raised his brow. "I assume you're feeling better already?"

I smirked up at him and rubbed my palm over his growing bulge.

"So, it's going to be a bit more than a kiss before I go," he growled, moving my tray to my side table before climbing onto the bed, his knees on either side of my legs. He braced his hands above my head, capturing my lips in an urgent kiss. I began pulling up his shirt, but he swiftly grabbed my hands and brought them up to pin them down. His mouth began a rough assault on my neck, my mouth letting forth sighs all of my own accord. My hips bucked, easily grinding up against him. He moaned low before placing a bite on my neck. I whimpered, not bothering to struggle against his strong hold. His lips began to travel further down, his hips leaving contact with mine as he moved down. I let out a slight whine of protest, wanting to feel him again. Right before his lips reached my cleavage, he gave a great huffing breath and stood up abruptly from the bed, releasing my wrists as well. I lay staring up at him in confusion, panting slightly.

"What's the matter?"

He smirked down at me, a twinkle in his eye as he smoothed out his clothing.

"Nothing. Maybe you'll get the rest of this tonight if you eat your fill."

I lay back against the bed and laughed, bringing a hand up to run over my reddened face.

"Sandor Clegane, you're a fucking tease." I lay on my side and gazed at him. "What are you going to do with that?" I pointed at the bulge in the front of his trousers. He stepped back from my reach.

"It'll go down in a moment." He still looked at me with a hint of hunger in his eye.

I sat up and scooted towards the edge of the mattress, my eyes locked on him with a smirk.

"Oh no, you don't," grumbled Sandor. He grabbed the tray off the side table and handed it to me. "Eat." He stood over me with arms crossed over his chest.

I let out a small sigh before picking up a scone and taking a bite, our gazes locked. I let out a small hum of pleasure to tease him a little, letting my tongue sweep stray crumbs off of my lips.

"Good girl," he uttered, a growl in his deep tone that made me feel tingles all over my body.

He let me have one last smoldering look before he left me staring after him, red-faced and speechless.


I went downstairs not long after, balancing the empty dishes on my tray. Sandor followed me into the kitchen when he saw me, critically eyeing my tray.

"That's a good girl," he repeated softly into my ear before placing a kiss on my neck. A pleasant tingle ran down my spine as I leaned towards him.

"This good girl will see you tonight then?"

"...Lunch in the clearing," he said with a smirk, which I instantly returned.


"For the love of all gods, get a bloody room!"

We sprang apart as Arya Stark rode into the clearing from the forest on a chestnut mare, shielding her vision of us with her arm as she laughed.

We hastily rearranged our clothing while she was still a few yards away, and I then busied myself with unpacking our food, my face pink.

"The fuck you doing back so soon?" Sandor gruffed, scooting himself behind me and out of Arya's line of vision due to the ever-present bulge in his trousers.

"I was told there was a wedding, but I think I just walked in on the consummation!" Arya joked.

"Arya!" I laughed. "Well, I'm happy you're here!"

"I honestly couldn't miss this. I never thought I'd see the day Sandor Clegane got married. I remember in King's Landing they say he always went to the brot-"

"You can shut up about that," barked Sandor.

"Oh, don't be cross, dove," I soothed. "That was your past."

"I'll only ever need you from now on," said Sandor firmly. I blushed and smiled.

"You're all I'll ever need," I replied.

Arya looked between us, an eyebrow raised.

"Seven hells. I'll leave you two to be sappy together. See you tonight!" She waved before riding off towards the stables. Sandor wasted no time pulling me in to continue what had left off before Arya interrupted.


I woke up the next day, my eyes meeting a steaming cup on my side table with a sprig of mint sticking out.

Sandor was gone from the room, no doubt already helping ready our outdoor ceremony.

I felt nauseous but not enough to vomit, so I sat up and took my hot mint water.

A knock sounded a few minutes later.

"Come in!"

A literal train of women invaded my room. Arya led the way laden down with baskets of flowers, followed by Sansa and Gilly carefully toting in my gown between them. Opal brought up the rear with a large tray of food.

"What-" I gaped at the sight.

"This is the bridal party for the soon-to-be Lady Clegane," said Sansa, helping Gilly carefully drape the gown on the door of my wardrobe.

"All this for me?" I felt my cheeks heat up from all the attention.

"Of course, " said Arya, playfully scattering flowers about. "You are the woman that managed to tame the Hound, after all." We shared a giggle as Opal set the tray down on my side table.

We spent the morning snacking off of the tray while having pleasant conversations. As the time for the ceremony approached, Sansa and Gilly made the final adjustments to my dress. Opal braided my hair while Arya assisted, placing flowers within the braids every couple of inches. They didn't let me see the mirror until they finished. I stood there silent for several minutes, staring at myself in shock.

"Kezya? Are you alright, dear?" Opal touched my shoulder in concern.

"Yes. I look-"

I struggled to find words, but they escaped me. Sansa had fitted the gown in a way that was very flattering to my form. The flowers adorning my braids made my appearance even more fancy.

"You look like a Lady," said Gilly, smiling proudly.

"I-I never thought I could look like this," I said quietly.

"You're beautiful. Sandor won't be able to take his eyes off of you," said Sansa.

"Or eyes, hands, lips...knowing those two," said Opal. We all shared a hearty laugh.

A knock sounded about an hour later, revealing Fred letting us know that the ceremony was ready to start when we were. All eyes turned to me.

"Well, Kezya? Are you ready?" Opal asked. I took a deep breath before answering, seeing Sandor's face in the back of my mind.

"I am."


Opal and Tormund guided me out of the inn doors and down the makeshift path to the setup in the clearing. I was surprised by the number of people standing in the clearing to witness our ceremony.

Then our eyes met. He was standing at the front of the makeshift altar next to the septon. He watched as I walked closer, his face in complete awe at my bridal transformation. His eyes passed over my form appreciatively as he watched Opal help remove Declan's old cloak from my shoulders. He then removed his own cloak and approached me. I turned to allow him to drape it on me. His hands rested on my shoulders before turning me to face him, his eyes twinkling with unspoken emotion.

The rest of the ceremony went like a dream, right up to when it came time for us to kiss. Sandor held me close, our kiss lingering until there were playful shouts from the crowd.

The reception went splendidly as well, with Sandor drinking in celebration for the both of us. Everyone got rowdier with drinking games and dirty songs as the night wore on. Eventually, Tormund and Jon hoisted me carefully onto their shoulders and carried me off towards the stairs. Sandor started to give chase, only for Sansa and Arya to hilariously intercept him with the crowd laughing and giving shouts of encouragement for the girls to weigh him down. Sandor was forced to give chase with Sansa hanging off his back and Arya weighing down his right leg like a toddler.

I laughed hard as I witnessed Sandor try to navigate the stairs with Arya and Sansa trying to distract him. I'm sure it would have been different had two others tried the same thing, but Sandor seemed to humor the Stark sisters by merely grumbling and swatting at them in their efforts.

"Hurry up, Big Dog, before your wife falls asleep on you!" Tormund bellowed down the stairs. Only until Sandor reached the top of the stairs did Arya and Sansa hop off, giggling and red-faced. Tormund and Jon set me down, and Sandor quickly scooped me up, allowing my legs to drape around his waist. I laughed, wrapping my arms around Sandor's shoulders and nuzzling his neck.

"All of you back downstairs. I know how to go from here," gruffed Sandor as he started down the corridor towards our room. I squealed as I laughed, holding onto him as I cheekily waved to the others.

"Good luck!" Arya and Sansa said in unison, their faces pink and gleeful.

"Happy fucking!" Tormund bellowed. The others nearly fell over laughing as they left back downstairs to rejoin the revelry.

Sandor kicked the door shut behind us and set me down gently before settling his gaze on me.

"I wonder if this is real or if I've only dreamt that I've wedded a beautiful meadow nymph." He gently plucked a flower from my hair and sniffed it.

"Come take this gown off of me and see if I bring you divine joy," I purred to him. An awed smirk broke across his face as he started undoing my laces. I smiled up at him as I undid the front of his trousers at the same time.

"It's not a matter of if, but when, my love," said Sandor.

I started to pull down his trousers, but he paused me, gently sliding the gown's bodice off my shoulders and letting it pool around my ankles. He turned me around to better reach the fastenings of my fancy stays that Sansa had dressed me in. That garment soon joined the gown and left me exposed in a very transparent lace shift.

"You're very overdressed, my husband," I whispered, turning back to face him.

"Let me." My gaze slipped from his as he stripped out of his shirt. My eyes followed every muscle and scar as if I were seeing them with new eyes, tears welling up with the thought that he was truly all mine. I leaned forward to graze my lips down the center of his chest, ready to claim what was mine little by little. His trousers dropped next, but he was hasty to get me out of my little shift.

"Pointless fucking thing," he growled as he tossed it over his shoulder after pulling it over my head. I giggled softly as his hands found my breasts, kneading them softly in his large hands. He quickly guided us to the bed, softly laying me down and climbing on top, his knees parting my thighs.

Our lips met lovingly as our hands roamed each other's bodies. Sandor growled in arousal as his hand brushed the warmth between my legs and found me ready for him. My cries were swallowed in his kisses as he smoothly entered me, hips rolling back and forth with expertise. I held to him tightly, feeling his arms slipping between my body and the mattress to cradle me close against him. He was able to thrust deep that way, and I found it difficult to keep myself quiet when I came. My cries no doubt reached beyond our room as we heard a hearty cheer rise up elsewhere in the inn.

He kissed me deeply, a satisfied smirk on his face as he gazed down at my red face.

"That's one of many for tonight, my lovely wife," he purred into my ear.

I breathlessly melted against him, letting his breath from his kisses cool my skin.

"I'm all yours, my husband," I said quietly as I smiled.

"And I'm all yours, Kezya," said Sandor, his demeanor suddenly serious. His eyes beheld so much affection and emotion. "You're having my pup, and you accepted my name. I mean it when I say you have all of me."

Happy tears ran down my cheeks as I pulled him close, our foreheads pressed together. My heart felt like it could fly.

"Forever?" I uttered through tears. Sandor gently brushed them away before answering.

"Forever."