Jaime looked down at the body sprawled out on the ground before him. The grin on his face only growing wider, "this is not just for me father, but for my brother and my sister." He then turned to the entrance of the tent, "and for the Lady Sansa." Using his father's cloak, he cleaned his sword and placed it back into its sheath before sneaking from the tent before anyone noticed his father's dead body.

He had begun to head towards Sansa's carriage when he heard a few of the guards yelling, something was happening. His walk turned into a run as saw more men running in the direction of her carriage.

….

"Come on little bird, we do not have much time!" Sandor had opened the door to the carriage and held his hand for Sansa to take. To his surprise though, she refused.

"I can't!" Her eyes had already started to fill with tears, "Sandor, he will come after me, after us."

"Doesn't matter little bird, I can't let you stay with him one more night, and risk him bedding you again!" He managed to take a hold of her wrist and pull her from the carriage just in time to see a group of men advancing on them.

Arya was quick to grab the two horses that pulled her carriage and ran to their side. "Quick!" Arya jumped on one horse as Sandor grabbed Sansa and placed her on the other, quickly mounting behind her.

"I am afraid we cannot let you take the lady!" Two of the guards had drawn their swords and blocked them from the side while another three men stood on the other side. The carriage was creating another barricade, completely blocking them in.

Sandor drew his sword and was ready to strike when another voice chimed in.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, dog!" Jaime approached with a grin, his hand on the hilt of his sword as he walked closer to them.

"And why not? You think I'm afraid of you?" Sandor laughed looking down at him, "yer a cripple now boy, no good anymore."

Another man stepped closer to Arya who held her sword out ready to strike as well. "Look at this… her sword is like a toothpick!" The group of men began to laugh.

More and more men began filling in around them, showing escape to be near impossible for them. Sandor's arm that held around Sansa tightened slightly as he looked to Jaime. "You can't risk attacking me, you might hit the lady."

Jaime laughed with a nod, "that is true." He tilted his head a bit, "but what of her sister?" He turned his head in time to see one of the soldiers attacking Arya. She was quick enough to stick her sword into his neck but not quick enough to stop another from grabbing her and pulling her from her horse. He then held a dagger to her throat as Sansa screamed in horror.

"No! Do not hurt her!" She struggled in Sandor's grasp, "you have to let me go. This is where I belong now."

"Did the lady tell you her secret yet?" Jaime looked at Sansa for a moment before looking to Sandor again. "Her handmaiden has been keeping a close watch on her, but so have my spies."

Before he could respond, a scream came from Tywin's tent, soon after a young maid came running from the tent. "His lord! He's dead!"

A handful of the men moved to the tent, one coming back to report to Jaime. "Your lord father has been stabbed, he is dead." The man then looked up to Sandor who still held tight to Sansa, "must have been the Hound before he came for the girl."

The soldiers began to close in on them, "I had no hand in the death of that man!" Sandor looked at Jaime, "but ask the Kingslayer, I saw him with my own eyes kissing his father's wife. Even saw her smack him a good one for doin' it."

Jaime let out a laugh, his hand still on the hilt of his sword. "You think I would kill my own father?" He shook his head, "I'm not a kinslayer like you want to be, dog." He then turned to the man that held Arya, "slit her throat."

"No!" Sansa struggled again, "please! I am begging you, do not hurt my sister!"

Jaime looked up at Sansa, "do you think these men will answer to you now? Now that my father is dead?"

Sansa looked at him, anger in her eyes. She knew that he knew what she had been hiding, and this was his way of getting her to confess. "They will, because I carry his child!"

Sandor could feel his heart stop for a moment at her words, his little bird having a child. This only caused the rage inside of him to build up more, his eyes darting around the soldiers around them as his arm stayed protectively around her.

"You are only my sworn shield Ser Jaime, and since my lord husband has been slain, that leaves me in charge." She looked to the man holding Arya, "release her, now!"

The man looked from Sansa to Jaime who gave him a small nod. He then released Arya who quickly punched him in the gut before turning to Sansa. "Sansa, you can't be serious? You have that man's child inside of you?" Her disgust was shown on her face.

Sansa nodded a bit, "I am certain." She then looked up at Sandor the best she could, "that is why I cannot leave." She placed a hand on his arm that was wrapped around her then looked to the men around her. "No one will harm Sandor, or my sister Arya." She looked at Jaime who still had a grin on his face, "Ser Jaime I put you in charge of finding out more about your father's killer. It could not have been Sandor, he was here with me while you were visiting with him. Someone must have gotten to him after you left his tent."

Jaime let out a laugh, "already speaking as the Lady of the rock, my father would be so proud." He bowed slightly, "men, run a perimeter, make sure there is no one fleeing from here. As well, no one will be leaving this camp." He looked up to Sandor, "We cannot just let the Hound or your sister free though my lady, they did after all, try kidnapping you."

The men around them all murmured in agreement, sending a shiver over Sansa's body. She nodded slowly, her hand tightening on Sandor's arm. "Arya will remain with me, she will travel in my carriage." She then looked to Sandor who was watching her carefully, "Sandor will remain by my side as well, and he was my sworn shield before you Jaime."

Jaime laughed again then nodded, "very well." He then led a group of men off to his father's tent.

…..

"You can't be serious! I am not going to that blasted rock!" Sandor was pacing by a nearby fire as Sansa spoke to him and Arya.

"It is the only way." Sansa sighed slightly, "The men will not just let me go, especially now that they know I carry Tywin's child." She looked at Arya who was sitting in silence. "I will send word to the King, perhaps he will allow me to return to Winterfell, but until then I have to go to Casterly Rock."

"Lannister soldiers and anyone loyal to them would hunt her down, don't you see that?" Arya looked up at Sandor as he continued pacing. "With Tyrion and Cersei being dead, and Jaime unable to inherit any lands, this child is Tywin's only heir. And aunt or uncle to the King, whoever holds the child will have a great amount of power."

Sansa looked at her sister with a smile, "when did you become so smart?" She laughed a bit then turned to Sandor, "the men here are loyal to me, and they will protect me and the child. We cannot say the same for anyone we come across on the roads if we were to run." She frowned a bit, "it's not just my life I have to protect any longer."

Sandor finally stopped his pacing, moving to stand in front of Sansa. Placing his hands on her shoulders he nodded, "I will always protect you little bird, no matter where you take us." He used his thumb to stroke her cheek, "write to the boy king, seek his guidance and see what he wishes. We will go on to Casterly Rock for now. But I will not let that man near you!"

Sansa nodded, knowing he meant Jaime. And this she was thankful for, since Tywin was out of the picture, she worried what Jaime would try with her now.

…

Jaime stood in his father's tent as the men finished wrapping his body up. "We'll have him buried in the crypts beneath Casterly Rock, beside my mother." He grinned as he watched the men carry the body from the tent. He then turned his attention to his father's desk where he had some papers laid out. Looking over them the grin on his face grew, "so father had some secrets of his own?"

He then moves to sit, pouring himself a glass of wine. "Now to find a way to deal with the Hound and that little wolf without upsetting Sansa." He laughed as he drank from the glass.

….

(((What could Jaime be up to?)))

~Huggles~