Again, I apologize so much for the previous chapter. It had to happen. Over the process of writing this fic I have changed many things, but that plane crash had been there since the beginning and it was going to stay :S Believe me, it was very difficult for me to write, specially since I hate planes with a passion and they have to knock me out whenever I'm in one because of panic attacks.

Now, let the story go on. It's going to be a bumpy ride...

Talking about bumpy rides, I've been 6 hours inside a car writing this fic while my uncle drives, so it was difficult to write like that. I couldn't proof read this chapter yet so let me know of any mistakes and typos you see and I'll fix them.

I forgot to mention the title of the previous chapter comes from a song called Invincible by All Good Things.

The title of this chapter comes from a song of the same name by Papa Roach.

44. Getting Away With Murder.

Joffrey entertained himself by pouring himself another glass of wine. The bottle that he had opened that day was of excellent quality, and even though it was still early, he was already celebrating his victory.

He took a quick look at his watch. The time was 12:45pm, which meant that the flight of the President had left the military airport of King's Landing over an hour ago. Wondering if the moment that he had so patiently awaited had already come, Joffrey turned on the small flat TV had he had in his office. The news were on, and the newscaster was talking about some important sports event when suddenly the image was replaced with a message that read "Breaking News." As soon as he saw that, Joffrey leaned forward on his chair and he watched the news with renewed interest and a glimmer of anticipation in his vicious green eyes.

The message went away, letting the viewers see the newscaster that had been speaking before again. The man looked extremely shocked and upset for a very brief second, before his face went back to the almost expressionless look that almost all the newscasters had, and after clearing his throat he proceeded to give the news that he had just received. There were some cracks in his attempt to appear emotionless, but Joffrey could see that all the color had drained from the newscaster's face, and he could see a shadow of disbelief in the man's eyes, and drops of sweat that appeared on his forehead. Seeing the state of shock and nervousness and disbelief in which the newscaster was, Joffrey had no doubt of what the breaking news were. He grinned maliciously.

"Yes..." he murmured under his breath, feeling victorious already. He couldn't wait to hear the words coming out of the newscaster's mouth, though. He wanted to hear with his own ears that the tragedy had happened, and he wanted the whole world to know it too. "Come on, say it..."

"I'm sorry for this interruption," the newscaster said. His voice didn't sound like before, when it had been normal. Now it was low, serious, and with a tint of uneasiness to it. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now being informed that the private jet in which President Robb Stark travelled with the First Lady Talisa Maegyr-Stark and with his mother, Catelyn Stark, and his sister, Sansa Stark, wife of Vice President Joffrey Baratheon, has crashed 300 miles away from King's Landing."

"Yes!" Joffrey shouted, and then he laughed. He couldn't take his eyes away from the TV, fixing his cruel gaze on the newscaster, who was having difficulty saying the next part of the news that were, without doubt, being devastating for the rest of the country. Joffrey, on the other hand, was beside himself with joy. "What are you waiting for?!" he shouted to the newscaster in the TV as if the man could hear him. "Say it!"

"Firefighters are currently in the crash site trying to recover the black box. We don't have all of the details yet, but there are no reported survivors."

"HA!" Joffrey slammed his hand against the surface of the desk and stood up from his chair. He held the glass of wine up in the air and made a toast to himself before drinking it all in one gulp. He left the empty glass on the desk and had to fight the urge to start dancing around his office to celebrate his triumph.

Robb Stark is dead! a merry voice exclaimed in his mind. Dead, dead, dead! Dead and out of my way!

He felt like he could sing out of pure, sadistic joy. The look in his eyes darkened, taken over by a terrifying and evil glow, born out of the satisfaction that his black heart obtained for the murder of a good man.

The news cut to footage taken from a helicopter of the crash. Joffrey contemplated his masterpiece, fascinated by the destruction that he had caused. The jet was completely destroyed, shattered in pieces that were scattered all over the field where it had crashed. The metal was blackened, and some pieces of the wreck were in flames, showing that there had been an explosion. A huge column of smoke rose to the sky, visible from miles away. No survivors, the newscaster had say. Of course that there were no survivors, no one could walk away from that mess!

Dead, Joffrey thought again, savoring the delightful word in his mind. The President is dead. And so is that wife of his, his whore mother, and my sweet, stupid wife.

Sansa. Joffrey thought about her then, and pictured her face in his mind. Sansa was dead as well, making him a widower. Sansa had been beautiful, but now she was gone, and she was more useful to him dead than she had been when she was alive.

I can't say that in sorry, Joffrey thought with a grin on his face. He poured himself another glass of wine and made a silent toast to his deceased wife, whose beauty was the absolute only thing that he was going to miss about her.

He was drinking when suddenly the door of his office opened and his grandfather Tywin walked in. Tywin Lannister had been visiting and staying in the mansion while he attended some business in the capital, and he had also watched the news. He didn't look shocked nor horrified, because he wasn't. He did feel immensely surprised though, and he looked at his grandson with serious but questioning eyes.

"What have you done?" he asked, already knowing that the crash had been no accident.

"Aren't you going to congratulate me, Grandfather?" Joffrey asked, unable to erase the grin from his face. "I did it. I am, finally, the President of Westeros..."

"I see," Tywin nodded. "Robb Stark will no longer be an obstacle in your way, but in what moment did it occur to you that it was a good idea to kill your wife?"

Joffrey hadn't shared with his grandfather his plans, so of course the man wasn't aware of all the details of those and the way in which Joffrey's twisted mind had decided that things should be done. Joffrey sat on his chair behind his desk again, and with a movement of his hand invited Tywin to do the same in an empty chair in front of the desk. Once Tywin took a seat, Joffrey sighed and answered to his question.

"The whole country is going to go crazy right now. There will be an investigation, talks about stupid conspiracies and terrorist attacks and treason... Hell, even we will be among those that people include in their talks of conspiracies. But with Sansa gone, I can play my part better," he began to explain. "She was an amazing actress, and her lies just got better and better with time. She helped me to portray us as the perfect and happy couple. No one doubted that our marriage was possibly the best one that there had been in a long time. With her sudden death I will be so immensely devastated over the loss of my wife, that no one will even dare to think that I had anything to do with it. She had to die."

"And what will they find when they investigate the accident?" Tywin asked, curious.

"A fault in the engines."

"The jet was property of Frey Airlines. The Freys will take the fault if the official reason for the crash is an unseen fault in their plane."

"They will," Joffrey nodded. "Don't worry, Grandfather, I've got everything covered."

"For your own good, I hope so," Tywin muttered. "This accident will give you power, but if anyone finds out about this you are done."

"No one will know," Joffrey said, and suddenly the phone rang.

Both men looked at the phone on the desk. Joffrey's grin became wider; he already knew who the caller was. He looked up at his grandfather, and reached out to pick up the call.

"Sansa was the actress. Now it's my turn to act," he said, and he picked up the phone. He took it to his ear to answer. His expression changed radically all of a sudden, turning from happy to serious. His lip trembled a bit, and when he spoke his voice shook and sounded almost broken, full of sorrow, making him sound as a man broken by terrible news. His eyes, however, continued having that dark glimmer that would provoke even the fiercest of animals to whimper and cringe out of fear of the evil in those green irises.

Tywin Lannister watched undeterred while his grandson spoke to the man in the phone that informed him that he was now the President of Westeros. Joffrey put up his act of devastated husband perfectly, even faking to be trying not to cry. After a few soft fake sobs, Joffrey agree to take the Oath of Office as soon as possible, pretending that it was duty and not his insatiable greed that moved him to do it.

They weren't far from the airport when Sansa's phone started ringing. She thought it was Sandor at first, but when she went to pick up the call she saw that the called was her brother Bran. She picked it up, wondering why her brother was calling her.

"Hi," she said in a cheerful tone. She was in a great mood, and nothing could spoil it for her. She was finally going home. "Bran?"

"Aunt Sansa?" a soft and boyish voice asked. It was Ned. Sansa smiled when she heard her nephew's voice, and she didn't notice the way in which the boy sounded somewhat scared.

"Ned! Hello, sweetie. How are you?"

"I-I'm fine... Aunt Sansa, where are you? Are you in the plane?"

"No, I'm not in the plane. I'm going to take another one," Sansa said, but she didn't further explain her situation. It was a long story, and she was sure that she could tell it once she was back in Winterfell.

"You are not in the plane...?" Ned asked, and this time Sansa did notice the fear in Ned's voice. Her expression immediately became serious.

"Ned, is everything okay?" she asked, wondering why her nephew was calling and why he was suddenly so scared.

Another phone started ringing in the car. It was Robb's bodyguard's phone, and the man took it out of his pocket and answered the call. Sansa didn't listen to what he said, for she was busy talking to her nephew, who had started sobbing. She was becoming very worried.

"Ned, sweetie, is something wrong?" she asked, feeling a hole appearing in the pit of her stomach. She could sense that something was wrong, but she did not know what it was. Ned continued sobbing at the other side of the line.

"Are Mom and Dad with you?" the boy asked, and Sansa shook her head, even though she knew that Ned couldn't see her.

"No," she answered. "They are in the plane... Ned, is something wrong?" she insisted. She needed to know why her nephew was crying!

"I went to the living room to watch TV, but it was already on... Uncle Rickon was crying, and uncle Bran told me to get out of there and go to my room. He forbade me to turn on the TV there, he disconnected it and took away the cord..." Ned explained, and with each new word that he pronounced, the hole in the pit of Sansa's stomach became wider and deeper. The feeling that something was indeed very, very wrong started hurting her entrails. "I took his phone and called Mom, but her phone wasn't working, and I called Dad, but he didn't pick up... Grandma Cat didn't answer the phone either..."

Ned's sobs became louder. He was a very strong boy, but he was still a child, and he was very scared. No one wanted to tell him what was going on, but he wasn't stupid and he knew that something was wrong. He wanted to speak to his parents and know that everything was okay, but he couldn't, and that only scared him even more.

Sansa wanted to tell him that everything was okay, that everything would be fine, but at that moment she didn't know if that would actually be a lie. She didn't know what to say, her mind was almost in blank. Her nephew's words reverberated in between the walls of her mind over and over again, making her worried sick. What had happened? Had there been an accident? Was her family alright?

Suddenly, the good mood that she had thought that nothing and no one would be able to spoil had disappeared in a second, replaced by dread and a growing need to speak with her brother Robb or with her mother and know that they were all right...

They have to be all right, she thought. They are on their way to Winterfell, and I am going to meet them there and then we are leaving together somewhere far away and we are going to live in peace and be happy... It was all a childish dream, and she knew it. But she had been grazing that dream with the tips of her fingers. She could almost grasp it in her hand, it was so close...

But all her dreams and hopes slipped away through her fingers like smoke as soon as she heard the angry voice of Robb's bodyguard, who had been listening to what someone said to him on his own phone.

"What do you mean, 'it crashed'?!" he almost shouted. "When? How?!"

The word 'crashed' felt as if someone had shot an arrow to Sansa's heart, piercing it through and through. She gasped, feeling a sharp pain in her chest and in her belly, and she almost whimpered. She bit her tongue and managed to stay silent, but she felt hot tears stinging in her eyes.

"Ned, I'll call you soon," she murmured, almost unable to raise her voice enough to be heard. She didn't want to leave him, but she couldn't allow him to listen to her crying.

As soon as she hung up the phone she turned all of her attention to Robb's bodyguard, who still spoke angrily on the phone. Sweat drops rolled down his forehead, and his hands shook. The chauffeur also seemed shocked and nervous by what he was hearing.

"Are there survivors?" the bodyguard asked, and in that moment Sansa did whimper.

Oh my God... she cried in her mind, realizing what was happening. It was really happening... The plane had crashed. It had crashed, and her family had been inside of it. Please let them be okay, please... she begged. She held on tight to that hope. Maybe a miracle had happened and Robb, her mother and Talisa were fine, perhaps a little beaten, but alive...

The bodyguard cursed and hung up the phone. Sansa wanted to ask if her family was alive, she wanted to know everything. The bodyguard turned his head around to face her, and she didn't even realize the way in which the man's eyes were covered in anger and sorrow, a fact which would have given her the answer that she sook.

"Miss Sansa..." the bodyguard started saying, but she interrupted him.

"Are they alive?" she asked, her voice breaking. She didn't want to listen to the man's answer, but she had to do it. She had to know, and the moments of silence before the bodyguard spoke seemed like a painful eternity of torture.

Slowly, the man shook his head. Somewhere in her mind, Sansa screamed, but her mouth was silent. Even if she had tried to scream, she knew that she wouldn't have been able to do so. She was frozen inside, and the world around her transformed into a dark hole that swallowed everything, leaving her standing in the void. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, she couldn't speak, she couldn't smell. For long seconds there was nothing else there apart from her and that sharp, insufferable pain in her chest and in her belly.

Slowly, her mind and her senses started working again, and she gasped for air, feeling like she was suffocating.

They are dead, was the first thought that she had. They are dead... My mother, my brother, Talisa... They are all dead.

Joffrey killed them, an ice-cold voice whispered in the back of her head, making her shiver. She held on to the car seat so tightly that her nails buried themselves on the leather, leaving marks on it. Joffrey murdered them.

She would have screamed then, had she had the strength to do so. The tears of sorrow that streamed down her face transformed into tears of anger.

"Pull over," she said then, barely whispering.

"What?" the bodyguard asked, not having heard her.

"Pull over!" Sansa exclaimed that time, almost shouting. She felt hysterical, and although she did the best she could to control herself she felt unable to contain the explosion of emotions that she felt within herself for much longer.

The chauffeur did as she said, and nice the car stopped at the side of the road Sansa shouted at the two men again.

"Get out!" she yelled at them. She didn't want to yell, she never yelled at anyone. She had always been the perfect and proper little lady, she kept her emotions to herself and was always polite. But not now. She wasn't angry at the two men, but she was angry at the whole world, and she was in no condition of holding back. "Get out!"

"But Miss Stark!" the bodyguard protested, horrified by the thought of leaving her alone after what had just happened. "We have to take you somewhere safe!"

"Nowhere is safe, fool!" she almost screamed. They were all fools. Joffrey had killed her family, and nowhere was safe from him. She had to leave. "Get out, both of you! Now!"

Reluctantly, the bodyguard and the chauffeur obeyed and got out of the car. After they closed the doors behind them Sansa climbed from the backseat to the driver's seat. The keys were still there, so she immediately started the engine and after making sure that the way was clear, she furiously turned the steering wheel and made an U-turn in the road, speeding away from there, away from King's Landing. Had she looked at the rear view mirror she would have seen that the bodyguard and the chauffeur had tried to run after the car, desperately calling her name to make her stop, but she didn't. She could only focus on the road in front of her, and the hot tears in her eyes made it difficult for her to see and focus on the cars around her that she had to dodge. Several of them honked angrily when she passed by at a great speed, but she ignored them. She had to get out of there as fast as possible...

The sound of her sobs filled the car then. It took her several moments to realize that she was crying, but when she did it only served to make her cry more.

Joffrey had done it. He had killed her family. Sansa wanted to hit herself for being so stupid, for believing even for a second that she was getting away from him. Joffrey had threatened her with killing her family should she ever say anything to her family, and he had stayed true to his word. Sansa should have known...

And then she realized that Joffrey had tried to kill her too. She should have been in that plane. She should have been just as dead as her mother and brother were, but she wasn't.

Because I left, she thought bitterly. I got off the plane and I left them alone to die.

With that in mind, Sansa finally screamed.

Sandor was getting nervous. Sansa should have arrived in the airport a long time ago, but she was nowhere to be found. Sandor looked at his phone while the fingers of his other hand tapped repeatedly on the steering wheel. He was waiting inside the car right in front of the gates of the airport, growing more impatient with each passing second. Where was she? They should leave soon and get away from that hell of a city as soon as they could!

He tried not to look at his phone again, but it was difficult. He wanted to call Sansa and ask her where she was, but he had already spoken to her and she had told him that she was on her way there, so he didn't want to attack her with the same question over and over and stress her out.

He decided to keep waiting as patiently as he could, though it was proving to be extremely difficult. His palms were sweaty, and he had to let go of the phone before it because soaked. He dried his palms on his jeans and looked outside the tinted window, watching the people that went inside the airport and left it with lots of bags. There were people going on vacations, people going on business trips, people traveling without luggage, people traveling with their entire house in bags... It was funny to see them coming and going, every single one with their different story. Soon Sandor would only be one more of them, getting inside a plane with the woman he loved to go somewhere far.

There was a woman standing next to the car. She was checking her phone distractedly, probably waiting for someone to come and pick her up there. Sandor paid no mind to her and looked at his own phone again until he suddenly heard her gasp. He raised his head in time to see her taking a step back. Her expression, which had been neutral and bored before, was now horrified. She gaped at the screen of her phone.

"They President's plane has crashed!" she cried then, announcing the news to the people around her.

There were more gasps and cries of horror around her, all of which reached Sandor's ears, but he wasn't listening anymore. The woman's words resonated in his mind, and he immediately knew what they meant without necessity of asking what had been the outcome of that crash.

"Fuck!" he barked, furious.

Sandor quickly dialed Sansa's number. He knew that she was alright, for she had told him that she had gotten off the plane and was heading to the airport, but he didn't know if she knew what had happened. He needed to know that she was okay.

Well, of course she wasn't going to be okay, but he needed to hear her voice and know where she was so that he could go with her as soon as possible. The phone rang and rang and for a moment Sandor thought that Sansa wasn't going to pick up. He was about to hung up and call again when suddenly he heard that someone answered the call. There was silence at first, but he could hear Sansa's quick breathing and desperate sobs. He cursed under his breath; she had already found out about the crash.

"Sansa?" he ventured hesitantly when she didn't say anything.

"Sandor..." she whispered with a broken voice.

That pitiful sound made felt like a punch in the gut to Sandor; of all the times in which he had heard Sansa cry, none compared to how she sounded a the moment. He wanted to say something, but what could he say? How could he console her? Anything that he said would be a lie. Nothing would be okay, not now. Were they safe? He didn't know either, so he couldn't promise her that. Sandor closed his free hand into a fist and held back the urge to punch the steering wheel in front of him. Why, gods, why did everything have to go so wrong?! Why couldn't any of their plans go right, why did the little bird have to suffer so much?! It wasn't fair. Sandor had always known that the world wasn't fucking fair, but that was too much. It was too much...

"Where are you?" he finally asked. He didn't mention the crash, he didn't ask if she was okay. They could talk about everything later, but his priority at the moment was to get to Sansa. He guessed she wasn't going to the airport anymore, and he was right.

"I-in the Kingsroad highway..." she replied.

"What are you doing in the Kingsroad highway?" Sandor asked, though he didn't waste any time before putting on his seatbelt and pulling out of the parking place in front of the airport. He drove towards the road that would take him in the direction of the highway.

"I need to get away..." Sansa replied, and the desperation and fear in her voice was hard to ignore. But if course she was afraid! She could- should- have died in the plane crash. She had saved herself by pure chance, and when Sandor thought about it he almost growled full of fury. Had he insisted more to Sansa to stay in the jet with her family, at that moment he would have been the one mourning her death. He could not bear that thought. "I killed them, Sandor..."

"What?" he asked, confused. "What do you mean? Who?"

"Mom... Robb... Talisa..." Sansa sobbed. "I killed them... I told them about Joffrey, and then he killed them. It's my fault, Sandor, it's all my fault!" with every word that she said her sobs became louder, her cries more sorrowful and desperate. "I should be dead, but I left them to die alone!"

Fuck no. Sandor was not about to let Sansa believe such a thing. She had nothing to do in what had happened, none of it was her fault. She had gone to her family and told them the truth, yes, but he had been the one that forced her to do it. But what was he to do if not? Stand aside while Joffrey beat her mercilessly? He had done that enough already, and that situation couldn't go on any longer.

The only was that was at fault for the death of the Starks was Joffrey. He was a power-hungry psychopath that would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, and Sandor felt stupid for not having imagined before that something like that was going to happen. It should have been fucking obvious to him!

"It's not your fault," he rasped, grasping the phone tightly and holding it against his ear while he drove as fast as he could. "It's Joffrey's fault. He's the only one guilty, you hear me?"

Sansa didn't say anything. Sandor sighed, feeling exhausted all of a sudden.

"Sansa, I'm heading towards the road. I'm going to go with you, where are you going to be?"

"I don't know. I don't want to stop driving..." she answered, and Sandor guessed that she must be terrified, thinking that she would get caught if she stopped somewhere.

He asked Sansa to describe to him the car in which she was. After she did so and Sandor had a mental image of the car, he told her to keep driving and he would be behind her. He asked Sansa to call him if she decided to stop at some point, and she agreed.

"It's all going to be all right, Sansa" Sandor said before hanging up the cell phone. He had been reluctant to say those words before, but he felt like he needed to say them and so he did. He hoped he wasn't lying to Sansa by promising her such a thing.

Joffrey tried not to smile while he put his left hand on the Bible that his uncle Tyrion held in front of him, and he rose his right hand in the air at his side. He was standing in the middle of the grand parlor of the Red Keep mansion, where he had been summoned to, surrounded by senators and other politicians. His uncle Tyrion had been selected as the judge that would administer the Oath of Office to Joffrey, and the rest of his family was watching him from a few feet away.

While on the car on the way there Joffrey had prepared to look exactly like the heart-broken and grieving husband that everyone expected him to be. He wasn't going to cry in front of those people, of course, he was supposed to be strong to demonstrate that he was going to be a strong President, but he did appear in the Red Keep mansion with swollen and red eyes, a trembling lip and trembling hands, and from time to time he fake that it was difficult to speak or even to take a breath. His act was perfect, and all the senators looked at him with deep pity when he appeared in front of them. They gave him his condolences, which he thanked politely. He took care of making it look like he was about to shed a year or two, but then he took a deep breath.

"Duty comes first," he had said then, and all the men had admired his strength. It almost made him start laughing at the too of his lungs right then and there.

At that moment, with his left hand on the Bible and the right one in the air, he proceeded to take the Oath of Office. The deep breath that he took then to calm down was genuine. His pulse was fast in his veins, and he felt an explosion of satisfaction inside of him. He had made it. He had gotten what he wanted.

"I swear in exercising the powers of the President of Westeros to respect and safeguard the rights and freedoms of man and citizen, to observe and protect the Constitution of Westeros, to protect the sovereignty and independence, security and integrity of the State, to faithfully serve the people."*

That was it. He was officially the new President of Westeros.

Had he been able to do it, he would have grinned, but his expression remained serious and sad. He still had to keep up his little act, and so he remained with the same expression while he shook hands with the men around him politely and he thanked their words of support and their greetings to their new President. When he shook his grandfather's hand, the man grasped his hand tightly.

"Congratulations, Mr President," Governor Tywin said, and only then did Joffrey finally show his true face, allowing the grin to emerge to his face for a split second in which no one was looking.

"Thank you, grandfather," he said.

I told you nothing could stop me, his narrowed green eyes said.

His moment of satisfaction was brief. His secretary suddenly appeared at his side, holding a phone in his hand. Joffrey frowned when he saw the man, not understanding why he had such a huge smile on his face, nor why his eyes shone with relief.

"What's going on?" Joffrey asked, knowing that something that provoked someone to smile so much couldn't be good news for him.

"It's your wife, Mr President!" his secretary exclaimed enthusiastically, and Joffrey frowned even more. Sansa? Sansa was dead. "She is alive!"

"WHAT?!" Joffrey yelled, completely losing his composure. He forgot about his sad act and his expression became furious in an instant. Everyone in the room turned to face him with curiosity, wondering what had provoked such a reaction in him. Joffrey realized his mistake, and made an effort to change his enraged expression to one of disbelief and amazement and hope. "I mean... what?"

How on Earth did she survive that crash?!

"The firefighters didn't find her body, and we have just been informed that she wasn't in the jet!"

"She wasn't in the jet?" Joffrey asked, feeling more disbelief and anger inside of him with each passing second.

"No, Mr President, she never boarded it. Well, she did, but she left!"

Sansa had left the jet... Joffrey couldn't believe it. He clenched his jaw but made a very big effort to relax, specially after he realized that everyone around him was smiling and some were laughing, and many were thanking God for that miracle and exclaiming happily became their new First Lady was alive and well.

Goddammit, Sansa, couldn't you do that one thing?! Joffrey yelled in his mind while his expression fooled everyone again and showed fake relief and happiness. Did you really have to spoil everything again?!

"Excuse me, I..." he murmured. "I need a moment..."

He left the room and walked alone to his old office in the Red Keep mansion, the office that had been his father's office years ago and Robb Stark's office until hours ago and was now Joffrey's again. When he stepped inside the office he went to close the door, but found that his grandfather had been following him. Joffrey let Tywin Lannister inside the office and slammed the door shut after him.

"You have a problem," Tywin murmured gravely once he was standing in the centre of the office. His piercing glare was extremely severe, and demanded an explanation from his grandson for that mess.

"I know," Joffrey hissed, infuriated. He didn't hide his anger now that he was only in the presence of his grandfather. He was choleric. "Where is she?!"

"I don't know. They say that she has been seen in the Kingsroad highway," Tywin informed him of what he had heard the secretary say after Joffrey left the parlor.

"She is running away," Joffrey realized. "That fucking cunt! She was supposed to die!"

"Well, she didn't," Tywin stated the obvious, his voice still as severe as before. "Find her before someone else does and she decides to tell them everything."

"She doesn't know that I caused the accident!" Joffrey hissed.

"Then why is she running away?" Tywin asked him. "And she might not know of your role in the plane crash, but she does know about her father and Theon Greyjoy. She might try to get help and confess your crimes now that she had nothing to lose."

"She does have something to lose," Joffrey hissed, nodding slightly with his head. "She has three brothers left and a nephew left in the North. She won't risk their lives, she had already seen what happens to those who defy me..."

"Still, you have to find her and control her," Tywin warned him. "The fact that she left the jet and is now on the road to get away from here is already calling enough attention, you need to stop her."

"I will. I'll send everyone after her," Joffrey said, picking up the phone to make some calls. "That bitch is going to know who I am..."

While Joffrey made those calls, Tywin made some calls as well. They had to find the Stark girl, and the sooner the better.

That fucking prick Joffrey had called him hours ago to order him to find Sansa. What the new President of Westeros didn't know was that Sandor was already on the Kingsroad highway trying to find Sansa, but to take run with her away from that hell of a place. He had been driving for many, many hours, until night fell and he realized that he was already far inside the State of the Vale. Sandor hadn't reached Sansa yet, but he knew that he must have been getting close unless the girl was driving at a great speed. She hadn't called him yet, which meant that she was still driving.

Sandor felt tired. His back ached, his hands hurt, his legs were numb and his eyelids were heavy, but he couldn't pull over anywhere to rest a little bit. That would only mean that Sansa would get even farther away, and it would take him many more hours to find her. Besides, if Joffrey had called him to find her then that obviously meant that the man already knew that Sansa was alive, and that wasn't good. Sandor and Sansa had been playing with the advantage that Joffrey thought her dead and wouldn't be looking for her, but now that that advantage was gone they had to hurry more in order to make it out of there.

"Come on, Sansa, where are you...?" Sandor murmured for himself while he looked at the empty road in front of him.

A black SUV suddenly appeared beside him on the road. Sandor paid no attention as the huge black car passed him and sped away, disappearing into the darkness and the distance. Sandor thought that the car looked familiar, but he thought no more about it; he had seen way too many black SUVs.

He continued driving. The was a big curve ahead, and once he passed it and the road straightened in front of him ahead he saw, thanks to the headlights, that there were two cars driving in front of him. One of the was the SUV, and in front of that one was the car that Sansa had described to him. Sandor felt a big wave of relief washing through him.

Finally, he thought. It had taken him hours, but he had finally found Sansa.

Sansa was indeed driving at a great speed, quickly making more distance appear between her and Sandor, probably not realizing that he was the one in the car.

However, he frowned when he saw that the black SUV was also speeding, which didn't make sense. He saw the SUV shortening the distance with Sansa's car, and Sandor wondered what the fuck was going on. If he was in such a hurry, the black SUV had more than enough space in the highway to pass Sansa's car and drive away, but instead it kept driving right behind her.

His phone started ringing then, and he picked it up after seeing that it was Sansa.

"Sansa," he said before she could even speak. "I'm here, I'm behind you."

"You are in the black SUV?" she asked, sounding relieved, but he shook his head.

"No, I'm in the other car, the one behind the SUV? What is that prick doing anyway? If he gets closer to you he's going to hit you."

Sansa changes lanes then, and Sandor thought that then the black SUV would go on with his way and pass Sansa, but he was taken aback when he saw that the black SUV changes lanes as well and continued following Sansa.

"What the fuck?" Sandor rasped.

"What is he doing?!" Sansa exclaimed on the phone. She sounded scared, and Sandor didn't blame him.

Sandor cursed between gritted teeth then, realizing what had happened. Joffrey had sent more people after Sansa, and whoever it was, he had found her.

"Sansa, drive as fast as you can," Sandor told her. He put the phone in speaker and left it on the passenger's seat, and then he opened the small compartment in front of it and took out his gun from there. He left it also on the passenger's seat, ready to grab it and use it should he need to.

He heard a loud noise coming from the phone then, and he also heard Sansa gasping and cursing.

"He hit me!" she exclaimed. "The SUV just hit me!"

Sandor heard the loud noise again, and that time he was also able to see how the black SUV hit the back of Sansa's car. Then the black car changed lanes again and increased the speed to pass Sansa's car. When he was several feet away from her he suddenly turned to the side, blocking Sansa's path. She screamed and slammed her foot on the brakes, violently stopping the car. She managed not to crash against the SUV that had stopped in front of her, but the tires of her car made an awful screeching noise. Sandor cursed and stopped as well, avoiding crashing against the back of Sansa's car.

"Sansa, are you okay?" he asked to the phone while he picked up the gun and got rid of his seatbelt.

"Y-yes..."

Sandor was in the process of opening the door of the car and getting out when he realized that the driver of the black SUV had already done that and was walking towards Sansa's car, holding a gun in the air. Sandor became pale, and he knew then why the SUV had been so familiar.

It was Gregor.

I copied the Oath of Office from the one the President of Russia has to say, only changing the name of the country for Westeros. I chose that Oath in particular because I thought it would be the most hypocrite one coming out of Joffrey's mouth.