"Ser Gregor, what you're doing isn't very auspicious." Lord Auren called out across several tables.
Several others who had drunk nearly as much echoed the sentiment with noisy complaints, though none dared to step forward.
Even the women who had been carefully prepared to "play" with the Mountain didn't dare advance.
The tradition of the wedding "roughhousing" was meant as a blessing to the bride and groom. Usually, the delicate ladies would have their masks torn off on this day; the fiercest warriors wouldn't dare lay hands on the guests. And it was always the women who teased the groom.
But unfortunately, the Mountain seemed to be an exception.
If the Mountain scowled angrily, no one dared be reckless. But when he knocked people down and laughed heartily, showing no malice, only joking around, people didn't scatter in fear.
Besides, Lord Tywin sat silently on the high dais.
The wedding ceremony was over; the Mountain had married the Lord's adopted daughter, effectively making him a Lannister by marriage. No matter how bold he was, he wouldn't dare start fights in front of the Lord.
Yet the opposite happened: the Mountain laughed and kicked Ser Ado Serrett, knocked out "Strongboar" Lyle Crakehall with one punch, threw a knight more than ten meters away, and knocked down a crowd of knights and nobles.
That's when Lord Auren shouted across the room, warning that the Mountain's violent resistance to the "roughhousing" was ill-omened.
No sooner had the Lord Auren finished than several sharply dressed young men fixed their gaze on him.
They weren't in formalwear, but tight-fitting combat gear, clearly ready for a fight.
Lord Auren's face paled.
These men looked unfamiliar but were clearly part of Ser Gregor's cavalry.
Gregor shouted, "My roughhousing means everyone has roughhouses! Brothers, take down Lord Auren!"
Before he could react, the men tackled him to the ground. A brutal kick struck his face, blood instantly pouring from his nose. As he opened his mouth to yell, another harder kick shattered several teeth.
Lord Auren struggled desperately, fearing they might kill him by accident. As he tried to rise, a meteor-like punch struck his temple, and he collapsed unconscious.
At that moment, everyone realized that several dozen men dressed in short jackets and leggings had silently taken seats around Gregor and Jeyne. None looked like decent people, some had strange features, others exuded a sinister aura. They were clearly not ordinary men.
The knights and nobles stopped dead in their tracks. The women retreated, afraid of being caught by these thugs, an invitation to disaster.
Everyone understood there would be no "settling scores" at this wedding roughhousing tonight. The Mountain was well prepared.
The Mountain had no friends in ordinary life; those who came to the roughhouse were just looking to stir trouble. They all wanted to get one move in on the Mountain, but now anyone who tried would be the one to suffer.
Eyes turned to Lord Tywin on the dais. Without a word, the Lord rose and left through a side door, accompanied by his guards and advisors.
"Who else dares to roughhouse?" the Mountain boomed arrogantly.
No one dared to meet his gaze.
"If you're scared, then get out of my way and don't waste my night." he roared.
The thunderous shout shook the room like a blast of lightning, everyone trembled.
One by one, Lord Auren, Ser Ado, Ser Lyle, and several injured knights limped away with the help of their guards.
The women scattered immediately after the Mountain's roar, vanishing cleanly.
The hopes of many experienced roughhousing ladies were utterly dashed.
The Mountain looked at the stunning Jeyne and gently lifted her into his arms.
Jeyne, in this world, was already considered an old maid desperate to marry.
Early the next morning, the Mountain woke and opened the door to find a large group of ill-intentioned people waiting: Raff, Polliver, Mrs. Ellen, Dunsen, Chiswick, Master Tobb, Julie Clegane, Maester Harry, Polliver's young wife Esther, Noodle Master Alik, Goldsmith Master Buzz, and the stubborn-faced blacksmith apprentice Gendry...
"My lord!" Polliver giggled, eyes darting inside the room.
Besides the Mountain, Polliver respected Lady Jeyne most.
"My lord, has Lady Jeyne gotten up yet?" Mrs. Ellen asked with a graceful smile.
Mrs. Ellen was considerate.
"Father, Mother, do you need my assistance?" Julie Clegane asked solemnly.
Having faced death and returned, she was no longer the girl she once was, fearless and ruthless, no different from the fierce warriors surrounding her.
Raff grinned: "My lord, you only napped a few heartbeats last night." His gaze locked on Gregor, shameless and wicked.
That remark sparked a chorus of filthy jokes from the group.
"What are you all saying? Ser Gregor, close the door." Lady Jeyne's voice rang out, mingling irritation with a shy sweetness.
Raff cautiously asked, "My lady, did you really fall asleep last night? Impossible, your voice sounded stronger than his!"
Everyone burst out laughing.
In the hearts of the Mountain and Jeyne, this was a truly wonderful and happy wedding.
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