As I approached the chamber door, my heart was pounding with excitement. 

I had sent away the guard who had escorted me here and now  the Lannister guard standing in front of the chamber seemed unsure about letting me in.

  I focused my mind, tapping into my force power. With a subtle wave of my hand and a commanding gaze, I implanted a suggestion in the guard's mind. "You will let me through," I said firmly, my voice exuding authority. The guard's eyes glazed over for a moment before he blinked and nodded, his doubt replaced by unquestioning obedience. A wave of relief washed over me as the guard stepped aside. I nodded my gratitude and pushed open the heavy chamber door, stepping inside.

The room was dimly lit, adorned with luxurious curtains covering the walls. Even without a window, it was evident that Cersei or Tywin had still accordd them the respect beffiting their ranks. Lady Catelyn Stark stood at one end, her two daughters, Sansa and Arya, huddled close beside her.

Bran, the youngest Stark in the room, sat quietly in a corner, his eyes filled with curiosity and fear. I closed the door slowly, approaching them cautiously, fully aware of the delicate situation at hand due to our previous encounter.

Lady Catelyn's eyes narrowed as she recognized me. The sight of her immediately sent a surge of memories rushing back - memories of Winterfell and my narrow escape from execution. As expected, Lady Catelyn reacted with panic, instinctively trying to shield her daughters. However, Arya broke free from her mother's protective grasp and rushed towards me, embracing me tightly in relief.

The shock on the faces of her family mirrored my own astonishment at this unexpected display of affection. 

Caught off guard by Arya's actions, I struggled to find the right words to explain myself.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and spoke in a calm yet sincere tone. "Arya," I began, gently placing my hands on her shoulders. "You've grown," I said, only to realize from the looks in Lady Stark's eyes that I was pushing it. 

The fear and confusion on their faces made it obvious that Arya hadn't told her family about our encounter in the Winterfell stables.

It was crystal clear that Lady Stark still believed the fabricated tale spun by the Lannisters, blaming me for King Robert's demise. Her panicked state hinted that she might start screaming for help, and that was something I couldn't afford. Any doubts would be enough to snap the guards out of my mind trick.

Time was running out, and I could feel the projection draining me fast. If soldiers were summoned, I'd be forced to engage them physically, and that was a situation I'd rather avoid.

With a calm yet commanding tone, I waved my hands before Lady Stark. "Fear not, Lady Stark. I mean you no harm."

Her gaze softened slightly, but she remained guarded. "And why the hell should I trust you?" she retorted. "You murdered the king, and you're the reason my husband is dead."

"If Robert were alive, my husband..." she trailed off, I wasn't listening to her rant. It dawned on me that she was one of the few unaffected by my mind trick, putting me in quite a precarious position.

At that time, my force sense picked up a massive disturbance from outside. Things were not as I had left them.

Shortly after, I heard the pattering of several feet approaching the door. 

I took a deep breath, my mind racing as I pondered how to convince Arya and her family to join me. "Listen, Arya," I began urgently, my voice filled with determination. "I know you must have countless questions, but we can't waste any more time. At any moment, someone might catch wind of our plans and raise the alarm. You have to trust me and follow my instructions, do you understand?"

Before I could even finish my sentence, the door swung open violently, revealing the imposing figures of the King's Guard. Led by Jamie, they stormed into the room, brandishing their weapons.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our old friend," Jamie sneered, a smug grin plastered across his face. "I've been waiting ages for this moment."