The Bodyguard Chapter 54, a game of thrones fanfic

54. Welcome to the New Age.

Rumors about what had happened the night of the fundraiser at the Red Keep mansion had been hard to silence. No matter how many efforts the Lannisters made to entertain their guests to take their minds off the fact that suddenly the President and the First Lady had mysteriously disappeared, they couldn't do anything about the shouting and yelling and screaming that could be heard all the way from the bedroom. Luckily for them the music had made it hard to listen and the people at the fundraiser didn't really understand what had happened. However, people talked, and soon rumors spread.

Joffrey considered rumors to be a disease. He had always been good at avoiding that kind of disease, he just had to amputate the sick limb... but he had found no cure for the current one. It was too late for amputation or removal, and the disease had spread. Even though the exact words that had been shouted between him, his bodyguard and his wife and the events that had taken place were not exactly known by the people that were inside the mansion at the moment, and those little idiots had spoken more than they should outside of the walls of that mansion and so Joffrey's name was in everyone's lips immediately, whispered under their breath as if it was some kind of taboo, and everyone had their different theories of what had happened. Joffrey just decided to avoid them all, though he was aware that the image of his fake happy marriage had been partially torn apart that night. Whenever anybody asked about his wife and questioned her absence (Sansa had been completely forbidden to leave the mansion after that night) Joffrey simply smiled as sweetly as he could and said that his wife was in bed because she needed rest for her pregnancy. Then the whispers would start again, and Joffrey didn't fail to notice the funny expressions in some people's eyes when he said that. Sansa's pregnancy was included in the rumors that had spread. Just to be safe, Joffrey had made one quick phone call to his doctor reminding him of how only little tiny pieces of him would would be found at the bottom of the Blackwater river should need of his "disability" reach the public. He could let everyone talk about his marriage, but not to the extent of letting people know that the child wasn't his!

Sansa... Whenever Joffrey though of her he felt the overwhelming need to shoot something, or someone. Preferably her. She was at fault for everything! She was a whore, a slut that had tried to ruin everything since the beginning! Joffrey only wished that he could close his eyes around her beautiful, small, and thing neck and choke her until the life escaped her lungs and the light extinguished in her eyes. He wished he could bury the same dagger that he stabbed Ned Stark with in her heart! Then at last he would get rid of his biggest nuisance, but he couldn't! Ah, if only!

He had thought about killing Sandor instead. He had lost his sleep many nights after the fight, and in those sleepless night he considered all his options. If he was careful enough Sandor could be just one more bodyguard that got fired and one day he mysteriously disappeared leaving no trail behind. No one would miss him, no one would look for him, no one would even remember him. But at least Joffrey would have gotten his revenge, his sweet, sweet revenge... The more he thought about it, the more furious that he became. How had Sandor dared to stab him in the back like that?! Joffrey didn't care about anyone, he wasn't fond of anyone, not even his own family... but he did expect a certain level of loyalty from the people around him. Specially those that he paid to protect him. Sandor had known him since he was a baby, and the man had been a bodyguard ever since he started working as one. The last person on Earth that Joffrey would have expected to be fucking his wife behind his back and getting her pregnant and falling in love with her was Sandor Clegane. True, a tiny part of himself had suspected it sometimes, but he always dismissed it as some ridiculous thought of his busy and tired mind. He should have seen it, the quick glances when they thought that no one was looking, the lack of complaints from both of them when he assigned Sandor as Sansa's bodyguard, the great amount of time that they spent together... There were hints all over the place, yes, but Joffrey hadn't been able to see them. He had been a fool... But he would be a fool no longer. Part of him told him that he should track down and kill Clegane and give his mitigated body as a gift to his beloved wife. No one should be able to laugh in his face like Sansa and Clegane had laughed at him and walk away alive. But Joffrey had thought about it better and he had decided that death wasn't a fitting punishment in that case. He would track down Sandor eventually and make him suffer... but for now he was going to allow the man to live wth the knowledge that his beloved was trapped in the Red Keep mansion, unable to do anything or go anywhere. She was at Joffrey's mercy, and that terrified Clegane. For now that was punishment enough for Joffrey, but just for the moment. And as for Sansa... well, he was still thinking about what to do to her. He had to be creative.

A couple months had passed since the incident in the night of the fundraiser. Joffrey had avoided showing himself in public because of his appearance after the fight. He had had to stay in bed, and he had been quite furious about it. Every bone in his body had hurt like hell, specially in his face, and everyone had refused to give him a mirror when he requested one. But when he had gotten out if bed to go to the bathroom at night he had finally seen his reflection in the mirror, and he had finally seen what his bodyguard had done to him. He was unrecognizable, with his swollen face and black eyes and split lips and badly bruised skin. The doctor had told him that it was a miracle that he hadn't lost a couple of teeth at least, and just in case he had to eat soft food for several days after the beating. He had cancelled all the meetings and events that he had scheduled for that time, feigning for be terribly sick, and he had locked himself up inside the mansion until the swelling of his face returned to normal, his eyes weren't black anymore, and he looked overall completely normal. It took quite some time, but he couldn't let the people of Westeros see him in that state and confirm the rumors that had spread around the country.

Not long ago Joffrey had managed to show his face in public again, and he had been received with an strange welcome that was both warm and suspicious, depending on whom it came from. It irritated him to no ends, but he couldn't let anyone see that. He simply smiled and greeted everyone and thanked all of those who had wished him a quick recovery from his supposed illness, and he had resumed his responsibilities as the President of Westeros. He had figured that the faster that he got back to work the better it would be, and he tried to act as normal as possible, as if nothing had ever happened, as if he had never been absent because one of his bodyguards almost beat him to death. That day he was about to give a speech at Congress. It wasn't the first speech that he had had to give, obviously, but they always made him nervous because Robb Stark had set up a very high precedent and everyone was expecting just as much or even better from Joffrey. He cursed Robb Stark's name a thousand times fold. Even in death that bloody bastard was causing him trouble! Him and his goddamn family of traitors...

At least Joffrey was thankful that the speech was about warfare, which was one of his strongholds, or so he thought. Westeros had been at peace for many years, but the world wasn't a peaceful place, and Joffrey wasn't a peaceful man. He reveled in war, in blood and death and chaos and suffering, he had proved it often enough over the years. Many people in the nation wondered what would be the future of Westeros, that with several foreign nations requesting aid to help then in their wars. The majority of the country didn't want war, others wanted it, and they all wondered what Joffrey would choose and what proposition he would bring that day before Congress.

It was his turn to go up to the podium, and when he was signaled to do so he got up there. He was met with applause from the congressmen, and the applause reverberated within the walls of Congress and filled the room and his ears with what sounded to him like thunderous glory. He had to fight hard to keep a smug smile from taken over his factions, and he stood up behind the podium and raised his hand to ask for silence. If it were up to him he would let those men and women applaud and applaud, and keep applauding until the end of time, applauding for him...

He felt great disappointment when the applause ceased, like a small child whose candy had been taken away, but he hid that disappointment behind a proud smile and looked at as many members of Congress as he could before he started speaking. The words came to him easily; he had memorized the entire speech days before he actually had to give it, and he had had help from the best writers to prepare it. The speech in itself was perfect, and all that was left to do was to interpret it. His wife Sansa was proud of being an amazing actress, but Joffrey was a very good actor as well. Hadn't he been fooling an entire nation for years? The facade had only been damaged when third parties intervened, but never before. And at that moment he was acting before Congress, he was interpreting the role that had been assigned to him, and he was determined to interpret it to the utmost perfection.

Everything was going perfectly fine and according to plan, or so he thought. Everyone in the chamber was listening to what he was saying with great interest, and the only distraction that there was was the flashes of the cameras in the back. Joffrey had already gotten used long ago to the cameras flashing everywhere around him, so he didn't even notice them. However, the first real distraction came when a phone rang in the back of the Congress chamber.

It was just for a second, and the journalist whose phone had rang picked it up immediately and ran out if the room. It must have been quite an important call to leave the place just like that in the middle of the Presidential speech, but no one paid him further attention. Joffrey continued giving his speech undisturbed when suddenly he heard a second phone going off. This time it wasn't a call, it was just a text, but it was loud enough for everybody to hear it. Joffrey ignored it and continued speaking.

The third time a cell phone rang it did bother him, though. He shifted his gaze from the congressmen to the are where the journalists were and glared at them for just one shirt second, but it was enough to catch a glimpse of how the journalist that was the owner of the cell phone was looking at the screen reading the text message that he had just received, and for some reason his eyes were wide with amazement and shock. Joffrey didn't even have time to wonder what the journalist was so shocked about, and he didn't care. He only cared about finishing his speech successfully, and thankfully there wouldn't be any more distractions.

His wished wasn't fulfilled. Not even five minutes had passed when another loud "beep" was heard all over the place. Joffrey clenched his jaw but he didn't glare at the journalists again. He soon realized that they weren't at fault that time, but that it had been one of the congressmen's phone that had received the message. The man had was staring at the screen of his phone with the same shocked expression as the journalist. The man passed the phone over to the woman next to him, who read the message and almost gasped, as if she had read some terrible news. Joffrey fought the urge to frown and wondered what the hell was going on, because either everybody was receiving bad news at the same time or everybody was receiving the same message.

Even though he couldn't hear any more cell phones ringing or beeping he could see the light of their screens appearing all over the place. Suddenly everybody was taking a look at their phones, and Joffrey had no clue what was going on. He was especially confused when he saw the same reaction in everybody's faces: shock, disbelief, and in some cases horror.

Is something happening in the country? Joffrey wondered when he saw people reacting that way to whatever was in their phones. But if something bad was happening, why wasn't he being informed? He was the President, for God's sake! If I see one more phone I swear to all the gods that I will forbids their use in this fucking chamber.

Suddenly one of the congresswomen sitting in one of the front rows tried to take a subtle look at her phone (quite unsuccessfully, truth be told) and immediately after she read the damn message that everyone seemed to be receiving at the same time she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand in shock. Joffrey continued speaking, he had to give that goddamn speech. But his tone of voice had turned monotone because of his confusion and the distraction that all the people with their phones were created. He heard himself stammering a little bit when the woman suddenly raised her gaze and glared at him with the most hurt and hateful look that he had ever seen anyone (apart from his wife, of course) giving him.

Congress was chaos all of a sudden. No one was even trying to hide the fact that they were looking at their phones anymore. Phones rang, and beeped loudly, and people started gasping and exclaiming and shouting. Joffrey stopped talking, knowing that it would be completely useless to go on with the speech at the moment, and he looked around feeling completely lost. He wanted an explanation to what was going on, but no one gave it to him. Even though people were being loud he couldn't really understand what they were saying. It was obvious, however, that they were angry about something, and many seemed angry at Joffrey himself.

The flashes of the cameras had become unbearable, and it was driving Joffrey crazy. He was about to try to call order in the chamber and ask what was happening, but before he had the chance he saw from the corner of his eyes how someone stood up from their seat, and he looked in that direction and found his uncle, Senator Kevan Lannister, walking towards him.

Finally, someone is going to tell me what the hell is happening! he thought, feeling irritated about the whole situation.

But when his granduncle Kevan got to the podium where Joffrey was standing he didn't stop to give him any explanations. Instead, the senator grabbed his arm and pulled from it to take him away from the podium and towards the exit.

"What is going on?!" Joffrey hissed. He could hear the shouting of everyone in Congress becoming louder, and many even started booing; he had never in his life witnessed something like that.

"We have to go, now," his granduncle Kevan said, pushing Joffrey towards the exit. They were immediately surrounded by Joffrey's bodyguards and escorted outside. Before leaving the Congress chamber Joffrey could hear one word being shouted louder than the rest:

"Murderer!"

He tried to turn around to look at the person that had shouted that to him, but it was too late, he was already in the corridor. Kevan and his army of bodyguards took him as fast as they could through the building towards the exit. On their way there they crossed oaths with several people that hadn't been present at the speech, but even they looked at Joffrey with shock and confusion and fear, and they stepped back when Joffrey passed near them.

Soon they were in the street, ready to get in the car that was waiting for them. Joffrey wasn't expecting to find an army of journalists outside the gates of Congress, but he was shocked when he was suddenly hit by the light of all the cameras flashing at once. Some journalists were more daring than others and they tried to get closer to Joffrey and ask him some questions, but the bodyguards pushed them back. Joffrey managed to walk towards the car and get inside of it. His granduncle entered the car after him and then the driver started driving away immediately. Joffrey looked through the rear window to see the journalists taking hundreds of pictures of the car driving away with the President inside, and then he looked at Kevan looking for answer to all his questions.

"What the fuck did just happen?!" He was very upset. Everything had gone wrong, and there was nothing that he hated more in the world than his plans failing. Especially when he didn't know why that had happened.

"What happened? What happened?!" Kevan repeated his grandnephew's question as if it was the most outrageous thing in the world, as if he could it believe that Joffrey was asking such a thing. Joffrey wasn't an idiot, he had an idea of what had happened. Hadn't he heard that man yelling "murderer" at him? There was only one reason why he would be called that, and it was because someone had found out the truth and spread the word. He just wanted to know exactly how that had happened. "You are in a lot of trouble, that's what happened! You are all over the news, all over the internet! Gods, if this had been handled quietly then we could have a chance to fix it, but not like this!"

"Who are they saying that I killed?" Joffrey asked, choosing his words as carefully as he could. His grandfather Tywin was the only one that knew exactly who and how he had killed them. Sansa knew as well, of course, and his mother knew that he had been behind Ned Stark's death, but that was it. No one else knew the truth, or at least no one else had known until then.

It didn't escape his notice the way in which his uncle glared at him. The senator looked stressed and very, very worried, and he clearly didn't know how they were going to deal with the situation at hand. Joffrey looked a lot calmer, even though inside he was burning with rage. He just didn't understand how someone could have found out the truth and leaked it to everybody like that. He had been so careful, and he had managed to fool everybody for so long! So why now?!

"Everybody," Kevan hissed then as an answer to Joffrey's question. "The Starks, Greyjoy... Gods, Joffrey, do you know what this means?!"

Of course that he knew what it meant. He would lose everything.

"It's a lie."

"Is it?"

"They have no proof!"

"They do, Joffrey!" Kevan almost shouted. "That's the point! Do you know who Varys is?!"

"Yes, what about him?"

"He leaked everything! He found the murder weapon of Ned Stark... with your fingerprints all over it!"

"That's impossible," Joffrey said immediately. He didn't care about trying to convince his granduncle that he was innocent any longer, it didn't matter. "I have that dagger."

"Then how did he get this?" Kevan asked Joffrey, giving him his phone. Joffrey took it and looked at the picture on the screen, and he felt the blood being drained from his face as he looked at the picture of the dagger with which he had so cruelly killed Ned Stark years ago. He had n doubt, that was it. Joffrey had stared so many times at the dagger, admiring the blade, that he had memorized every single drop of blood on it, the exact shape and tone of them all... That was the dagger. But it couldn't be, that dagger was in the Red Keep mansion!

"I don't understand..." he murmured, suddenly at a loss of words.

"It's proved that the blood is Ned Stark's and that the fingerprints are yours."

"It could be a trick, it could be fake..."

"You have no way of making people believe that," Kevan muttered, shaking his head from side to side. "You won't convince them. It's not just the dagger, Joffrey, there are witnesses."

"The only witness is Sansa!" Joffrey hissed, much more aggressively that time. He wasn't calm anymore, not after seeing the picture of the bloody dagger in Kevan's phone. He was starting to feel afraid. He was never afraid, but he couldn't help feeling like that when he saw things quickly spiraling out of control. "Meryn and Boros were there too, but they would never talk! And Sansa can't."

"I'm not talking about witnesses of Ned Stark's murder! There are witnesses of Theon Greyjoy's nursery, and Robb Stark's and his family as well!"

"That crash was an accident and Greyjoy was attacked by fucking sharks!" Joffrey yelled. "How on Earth could anyone think that there are going to be witnesses to that?!"

"You weren't careful enough!" his granduncle yelled back at him. "The men that you hired to throw Theon Greyjoy to the sharks talked! They have said everything! Varys knew exactly how to find them and how to get the information right out of them!"

"But how?!"

"He's Varys!" Kevan yelled, as if that was the only explanation necessary. It was, really. There wasn't anything that anyone could hide from Varys, the master of spies. "He did the same with the men involved in the plane crash."

"The people that manipulated the plane so that it would crash are dead."

"But the owner of the company, Walder Frey, is not."

Joffrey cursed under his breath and punched the leather of the seat behind him. He yelled full of frustration and anger. He couldn't believe it, he just couldn't. Everyone had betrayed him, and as a result he was sinking into the depths of a dark hole that he wasn't sure how to get out of. What was he supposed to do now?! The truth was out. The world knew that he was a murderer, and even though he always found a way to get out of trouble, that was not something that he could get rid of so easily. He would be prosecuted and he would lose everything. The mere thought made him feel like he was choking, and at the same time it made a deep bloodlust awake inside of him.

Kevan sensed the distress that his grandnephew was experiencing and he took a deep breath to calm down. Nothing would work out if everyone was losing it.

"We are going to go to the Red Keep mansion, you will be safe there," the senator said as calmly as he could. "Your grandfather is already trying to fix this mess."

Joffrey was about to say something else, but he fought the urge and he remained silent. He felt as if his head was about to explode. All he wanted was to close his eyes and fall asleep and hope that when he woke up again everything would turn out to be just a nightmare. He wanted all, and he wanted the people that had unveiled his secret six feet underground.

He wasn't so lucky. He never got to close his eyes and find peace, because he was too distracted watching the streets of King's Landing through the car window. The car drive past streets and people and left them behind in a second during an uninterrupted ride to the Red Keep mansion, but it started slowing down when it was about to enter the ground of the mansion. A loud noise was heard over the sound of the engine of the car, and Joffrey found a crowd gathered at the gates of the mansion. They were normal people, and they suddenly surrounded the car while it stopped in front of the gates. Some of them were carrying posters with messages that looked like they had been written in a rush, and they protested angrily and chanted in unison and shouted and yelled and booed at the car where they knew that their President was.

Murderer. Killer. Tyrant. Usurper. Monster.

"How did they get here so fast?!" he asked. His granduncle Kevan shook his head and sighed, defeated.

"Varys knows what he's doing. In a second the news where everywhere. You saw how quickly he angered the people in Congress, it must have been even easier to convince the people that are against you of your crimes."

Joffrey looked out the car window at the people that angrily and loudly protested against him and demanded justice to be made. He thought that they were all fools, justice would never be made. He wouldn't give up so easily. If war is what they wanted, they would have war.

"Get these people out of here."

There were already security personal people that were pushing the crowd back enough so that the gates could be opened and the car could drive into the mansion grounds. It took. Many men to push the crowd back, and from the distance some of them threw things to the car, like eggs and rocks. Joffrey felt immensely released when the car was already inside the mansion grounds and the gates were closing again; he felt safe. But he knew that he was only safe for now.

But security reasons the car was taken into the garage and only then was Joffrey allowed to get off the vehicle to go into the mansion. He found everybody gathered in the main hall of the mansion, looking worried sick. His mother Cersei sad hysterical, and she ran towards him relieved when she saw her son there. He didn't have time to let his mother know that he was alright so he ignored her. The only person that he wanted to talk to at the moment was his bra father Tywin, but the man was nowhere to be found. His mother seemed to read his mind.

"Your grandfather will fix everything, Joff," she assured him, though she should know better than to think that it would be as easy as that. "He is in the office."

Joffrey was about to leave and go to the office, but he was stopped by a furious Tyrion Lamnister. Joffrey doubted he had ever seen his uncle in such a mood, and that doubt was confirmed when Tyrion suddenly slapped him full in the face, ignoring the guiros protests of his sister. Joffrey put his hand on his burning cheek while Tyrion pointed at him with an angry finger.

"You idiot!" his uncle yelled. "Is it true?!"

"Tyrion, stop!" Cersei demanded angrily, but Tyrion ignored her as always.

"Is it true?!"

"It is!" Joffrey shouted, unable to contain himself. "I don't know what you have heard or seen or read, but yes! Everything is true! I cut Ned Stark's throat with that dagger, I hired those assassins to kidnap Theon Greyjoy and turn him into shark food, and I paid Walder Frey an outrageous amount of money to make his plane fall off the fucking sky! " he sounded crazy as the words came out of his mouth, because the more that he said the more liberated that he felt. Joffrey thought that it felt amazing to boast about the lives that he had taken and how, and he wondered how he had managed to keep all that a secret. It was a thousand times more satisfactory to yell all the truth to the world and let them know that he would do anything, literally anything, to get what he wanted. He also loved the look of absolute disgust and shock in his uncle's eyes. Joffrey didn't know if Tyrion wanted to get as far away from him as possible or slap him again.

"You made Sansa watch as you killed her father..." Tyrion hissed, trembling with anger, "and then you forced her to marry you...?"

Joffrey shrugged. "I did. So what?"

"You are a monster..."

Far from insulting him, Joffrey took it as a compliment. A sadistic glimmer shine in his dark green eyes while he glared back at his uncle.

"Speak for yourself, Imp."

It looked like Tyrion was about to jump on Joffrey and hit him as hard as he could, but he didn't have a chance to. At that moment Tywin Lannister had entered the room, and everyone looked at him in silence. Tywin Lannister was a man that always knew how to keep his emotions to himself, and he always appeared very calm and stern in an intimidating way. That day it was the same, but his expression was much darker, more worried. Joffrey didn't take that as a good sign; that was when he started to panic.

"We can fix this, right?" he asked, being the first person to speak since Tywin had arrived. His tone of voice reminded everyone of a schoolboy that had done some terribly mischievous thing and was afraid of facing a horrible punishment from the adults. Tywin Lannister sighed and then he shook his head. Joffrey looked at him in disbelief. What did Tywin mean with that? They couldn't fix that mess? There had to be some way in which they could fix it! "We are the most powerful family in the nation, and you are telling me that we can't do anything?!"

"It's not that easy this time."

"Everyone has a price!"

"It's not enough, Joffrey. People have realized that you stop at nothing to get what you want. You are dangerous," Tywin said, maintaining his tone calm "You will be impeached. You will be removed from office, and you will be charged and sentenced. There is nothing we can do, not this time, not with this."

Joffrey felt the world crumbling at his feet all around him. Years of carefully planning and executing plans, of interpreting his role to perfection, of fighting for what he wanted with all he had... All that was about to become ashes that would be blown by the wind. He felt a tight sensation in his chest, and for a second he thought that he couldn't breathe. He buried his hands in his hair and grabbed locks of his hair, pulling from it like a crazy person. He turned his back on everybody and walked towards the window. The crowd was still there at the gates of the Red Keep mansion, and more and more people seemed to keep arriving to join them in their protest. They wanted to get him out.

Come and take me if you want, he hissed in his mind.

"I won't be impeached," he said. "Over my dead body. And I won't be sentenced."

"Joffrey, everyone knows the truth-"

"They can know whatever they want! They can't do anything to me as long as I'm here. If they try to take me I will kill them all!"

"Do you want to cause a war, you idiot?!" Tyrion exclaimed, outraged. "Not only have you doomed yourself and those around you, now you want to take us all to hell!"

Joffrey didn't listen to his uncle. He wasn't listening to anyone, really.

They can't take this away from me... he kept repeating over and over in his mind, like a madman. He was mad, he just didn't want to admit it. How else would he have done everything that he had done, had he not been completely insane? But he was a madman that knew what he wanted. He wanted power. It had taken him long a lot to get his hands on the power that he desired so much, and he wasn't going to let go of it now.

Not now, not ever.

Sansa stared out the window and watched the crowd growing around the grounds of the Red Keep mansion. As First Lady she should have been worried about the current situation, but she couldn't be happier. She had been watching TV earlier that day when suddenly the broadcasting of Varys's discovery about the President had happened. She watched amazed as the man that was the worst nightmare of a great number of politicians and powerful people in Westeros and all over the world revealed to the entire nation the whole truth about Joffrey. She watched and listened as he revealed that the murder weapon of her father had been found and that tests had been run on it. Those test confirmed that the blood on the blade was her father's and the fingerprints on the handle were her husband's. And in case that that wasn't enough, there were also videos and voice recordings in which several men admitted and confessed that they had been bribed and hired by Joffrey to carry out terrible crimes or to simply let them happen and take the fault for it, like the plane crash that had killed Robb, her mother and Talisa and that almost killed her. Within minutes the whole country was uprising and protesting against Joffrey. It had been months since people started suspecting that there was something odd about the man, ever since Sansa escaped the plane crash and reacted so aggressively to Joffrey at the funeral, so it was away to believe what Varys was saying, specially since he had proof to support his claim.

Sansa knew that it wouldn't be long until she could get out of there. She didn't think that she would have to wait until Joffrey was impeached and sentenced, maybe she could walk right through the gates of the mansion and the people would protect her!

Oh, Sandor... she thought while she caressed her enormous belly. She felt full of hope, it won't be long now until I can see you again!

She was lost in her thoughts when she heard someone knocking on the door of her room. Before Joffrey found out about her affair with Sandor she had to spend some night next to her husband and some nights in her old room, depending on the mood that Joffrey was in, but since that night she had moved back to her old bedroom forever. She looked at the door and told whoever wasn't the other side to come in, and she gasped with surprise when the person turned out to be Gendry.

"Gendry!" she exclaimed, both happy and worried to see him there. She took a few steps towards him and hugged him. "What are you doing here?! I thought you were staying in Europe."

"I was," he nodded. "But I called Sandor. He told me that-"

"You spoke with Sandor?!" Sansa gasped, and she felt an explosion of happiness inside his chest at the same time that a big and broad smile lightened up her face. "I haven't spoken to him in so long! How is he? Is he okay?"

"He is, everything is fine. He is worried about you, though."

"If you speak to him tell him I'm fine, and so is his child. But now tell me, what did he say to you? Why are you here? Are my brother and my nephew alright?" she had so many questions that she couldn't wait to ask them all.

"Bran and Ned are perfectly safe and fine, otherwise I would have never left them there," Gendry assured her with a soft smile. "I am here for my siblings. I have been in contact with Sandor for some time and he told me recently that the truth would come out today. I was hoping to get Tommen and Myrcella out before the shitstorm started."

"I see. Where are you taking them?"

"Nowhere, it seems," Gendry sighed, sounding tired. The dark circles under his eyes gave away that he was exhausted from the flight. He look a few steps towards the window and looked at the crowd gathered outside the fence that surrounded the mansion. "I'm too late, it seems. Joffrey is locking the place up."

"He's doing what?!" Sansa exclaimed, alarmed. She hadn't been downstairs when Joffrey arrived, so she didn't know how he had reacted to the whole situation. "He can't!"

"He can. He is still the President and he has no intentions of ceasing to be. He has given orders to the guards on the roof to shoot anyone who tries to come into the mansion. Soon this place will look like a prison surrounded by soldiers."

"You can't be serious," Sansa murmured. As soon as she said it the shouting of the crowd became louder as their protesting intensified. There were so many people already gathered in front of the gates that there wasn't enough space for all of them. The people that were standing in the front lines of the crowd were pushed forwards by the ones behind them, and those people were slammed against the barred gates. As soon as the crashed against the gates, a loud noise, louder than any other, was heard from the roof of the mansion. It was the guard who had just shot in unison to the air, as a warning to the people to not come any closer. Many yelled and stepped back, while others just started protesting louder.

At Sansa's side Gendry sighed again.

"I think it's going to take a little more than that to get us out," he murmured looking at the shouting crowd. Then he raised his gaze and looked to the sky, towards where the bullets had been fired as a warning. "But it's going to take a lot more than that to keep her out."

Sansa didn't understand at first what he meant by that. Then she saw the little grin in the corner of Gendry's lips, and she knew exactly who he was talking about.

"She's coming?" she asked, full of hope. She hadn't had new of Arya for so long, but now that she saw that expression on Gendry's face he couldn't be talking about anyone else. Gendry looked at her then, and his grin became wider. There was also some concern in his face, though, but he was able to hide it well.

"She promised you she would come, didn't she?" he asked. "What better time to do it than now?"

For all their sakes Sansa hoped that he was right.

Ta-da! They caught him, finally! Now they just have to get him!

I'm sorry that I rushed this chapter a little bit. I wanted to make it slower but I tried and that just made it tedious.

I hope you liked it! And I hope that you liked what's coming!