Challenge
Before dawn and the rise of the party Ruelle was awake getting dressed and armed. Stepping out to greet the rising sun, and she saw a figure in the distance with a massive stallion. She knew the Mountain when she saw it, and got on her horse riding over to stop it and step down, approaching him as she let her horse move to his and roam and graze.
"Ser Gregor Clegane." She said as she stepped up to the edge by him looking over the horizon.
Gregor looked to the side to see her and grunted. "Lady Ruelle of Shade."
She smirked at that, he looked at the horizon, both silent. He glanced her from the corners of his eyes, she wasn't tall to him, but she wasn't as short as Lady Farfella either. Tall for a slender toned woman used to wielding swords and fists. She knew why he was here. Smiling as she closed her eyes feeling the first caress of dawn as it became the break of day. She moved suddenly both swords met his massive one. Staring at each other.
He glared darkly but not with murder in his eyes for once, defiance mirrored hers and she moved fast, a few sparks went from the clash of steel. She grinned and moved harder yet faster, calculated, yet no holding back. Cunning against strength, speed against force, instinct against strategic timing. Natural, in a flow of battle making him press into it and loose himself, far enough away no one could stop them even if one killed the other by accident.
Circling each other, the light in her eyes on the red sunrise was like fire in twin colored orbs, playing against the gold scars. Wild, she sneered and moved using a low boulder to come at him from above, he had to brace and went to a knee. Sneering at her, pushing up they broke apart and the clash started again with far more intensity. Disarming her she moved catching his sword between her hands somehow and braces locking her feet. Struggling she had him at an angle.
Eyes intent on the hunt, she twisted her palms he had to twist his wrist, growling she pushed her palms back his own butt of his hilt hit him in the face. Blood blooming from his nose he stumbled back and she ran at him as his sword dropped using a tree to push up in her jump, legs wrapped his shoulders, throwing herself forward they went down to the ground.
She rode him on the way down and punched him twice before he threw her off and she tumbled. Getting up he yelled running at her tackling her they tumbled down the hill. Hitting each other when possible, stopping he twisted around over her knife pulled from his belt and brought it down but stopped last minute. Staring at each other, breathing heavy, blood down both their chins, she was already getting a bruised cheek. He was already getting a black eye, he could feel it. She could hit, he stabbed the knife into the ground on the other side of her head.
She reached up yanking him by his armor and tunic. He froze lips on his she bit and he opened to it in reaction and growled kissing back, hard. Their fall had made them go deep into the forest where the mist still clung. Cold. Escaping the morning sun. Ruelle traced and yanked he felt the connections of his armor lacings come undone. The clatter meant it was tossed onto the ground and she tore his tunic, and he was only too happy to tear her own. Struggling to feel skin, she made him move his back slammed the tree, biting into skin sharpening the feeling of the moment. Above him, she gasped against his lips and he pulled her hips to his quickly caught between pleasure and pain.
Gregor moved and not gently feeling her slender hands glide his skin and muscle. Looking up into the two colored eyes, they were darker storms but still fire and he lost a bit of his violent edge, replaced by possession. She had haunted his thoughts since seeing her fight the knights. He couldn't have Farfella; he had accepted that many years ago before Tywinel. There would never be another, but Ruelle wasn't her.
She was a different kind of wild, and she had no noble arranged to her, he could give two shits about titles, titles didn't mean anything in a fight. Ruelle could fight, and he had won her, he would kill anyone who argued different, she surrendered yes but there was still defiance in her passion that challenged him. Moving harder she growled and moved he gripped her hips, lips claiming the others in a fit to devour, a battle, Gregor lost himself in a way he hadn't in a long time.
This wasn't forced; it was mutual need of two killers of men, fighters who knew the power behind the politics and its use of steel. She pulled his short hair forcing him to look at her making him growl.
"Gregor…" She traced his beard and smiled at him making him blink.
"What?" He asked after a moment frowning.
"I expect a son." She mused with a grin softly and nipped his bottom lip but kissed him deep to move.
Gregor hadn't expected that but growled and kissed her back pulling on her next rocking move she gasped and made a noise that he moved and pinned her without mercy but yet not violent. Feeling her legs trace his on the move to his hips he gripped the ground and broke the kiss to kiss down her neck and bite her shoulder she cried out his name and he closed his eyes. Feeling undone he let go and was rather passionate.
Tywin emerged and found the knights but not Ruelle, frowning, cursing if she decided to slip off without anyone to the capital. About to rouse the knights but blinked to see her horse come up to the camp with a much bigger male, he knew that saddle marking. Gregor. Turning looking around he blinked to find an armored Gregor walking back to camp with a sleeping Ruelle on his back, wrapped in his cloak.
"We're going back to Casterly Rock, her decision is made." He said to Tywin and looked at him there was a strange stillness to Gregor that was deadly.
Tywin wasn't stupid to challenge him, he would have yelled about him stalking her but she had named Gregor as a suitable husband in her eyes and terms so he kept his mouth shut. Gregor served his house that meant the Dawnshae would ally to his house.
Breaking down the tents Gregor mounted his horse tying hers to his and kept her in his saddle as she slept. Arm securely around her slender hip gripping the saddle horn, protective yet possessive of what was no his woman, looking toward her a bit he remembered her touch and passion and felt eased. Snorting a bit, she had tamed him, the mountain of all people.
Strangely he felt he lost the challenge and yet gained the reward at the same time. Time would tell if he had or not.
