The room filled with tension as the King's Guard, led by the imposing figure of Jaime Lannister, spread inside the chamber. My heart sank as I realized that my attempts at persuasion through the Force had drained me to the brink, and any further exertion would cause me to fade from physical existence.

 I had reached the edge of my capabilities, and there was no turning back.

My gaze darted toward Lady Catelyn Stark, who had taken a protective stance with her children, Sansa and Bran, in the farthest corner of the room. Her face bore a mix of worry and thinly veiled contempt as she glared in Jaime Lannister's direction. 

A daring thought crossed my mind—a glimmer of hope amidst the dire circumstances.

 The age-old wisdom that an enemy of your enemy could become your ally echoed in my thoughts. While it might be a stretch to call us friends, we certainly had a common foe and shared goals in this moment.

The dilemma remained: Lady Stark had every reason to distrust me, and I needed a plan, fast. 

As I concentrated on stabilizing my waning energy, I decided to make a gesture of peace. 

I slowly raised my hands toward Jaime, even though I knew that negotiating with him was a longshot. After all, he was bound by his loyalty to his sister, Cersei.

"Jaime," I began in a calm yet resolute tone, "I'm here for the Starks, nothing more. We can avoid unnecessary bloodshed if we handle this with caution. It doesn't have to end in a..."

Jaime cut me off with a dismissive wave of his hand, his voice laced with arrogance.

 "Yeah, yeah, your intentions mean nothing to me, traitor. You murdered the king, and you have a simple choice: surrender now, and perhaps we won't execute you immediately."

My warning system flashed red in the corner of my vision, signaling the imminent end of my Force projection. 

I needed to stall for time, even if it meant playing to Jaime's ego. "Funny you should say that, Kingslayer. If my memory serves me right, it was you who betrayed the king you swore to protect. You killed a father of two innocent children."

As I spoke, I couldn't help but allude to the tantalizing possibility of a certain someone who might offer a handsome reward for Jaime's capture. "I assure you, there's someone out there willing to pay a king's ransom for you. So, I have an offer for you, Jaime. Step aside, and I might consider not handing you over to the Targaryen princess."

The room hung in suspense, my energy waning, and the King's Guard caught in a web of doubt and loyalty. 

For a brief moment, there was a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, Jaime Lannister would take my words seriously and consider an alternative course of action. But that hope crumbled to dust when a familiar, feminine voice interrupted our tense standoff.

"What is the meaning of all this...?" Cersei's voice trailed off as her eyes landed on me. At first, she seemed unable to believe her own eyes, but then her gaze settled on her "loving" brother, and an air of disbelief hung over her.

"This is the traitor, Jaime. What the hell are you waiting for, take him!" 

Cersei's order was delivered with a steely resolve, and it cut through the room like a death knell. Every member of the King's Guard present, under her command, obeyed without hesitation.

Jaime raised his sword, a smirk on his face, and his colleagues followed suit.

 It was clear that more than just a sense of duty fueled Jaime; his ego and the need to prove himself to his sister-lover were at play. He wanted to show Cersei just how capable he was, but little did he realize that he had picked the wrong time and the wrong opponent to display his prowess.

I couldn't help but shake my head inwardly. 

Jaime might have wielded a Valyrian steel sword, undoubtedly one of the most formidable weapons in this medieval world, but it was an ill-suited match for a lightsaber. If anyone should have understood the immense danger a lightsaber posed, it was Jaime. He had been present when my lightsaber was confiscated in Winterfell.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I gently pushed Arya, who had been standing by my side, toward the rest of her family, who were huddled together in a corner. 

 I reached out to my clipped lightsaber and powered it on. 

The moment my lightsaber ignited, casting its brilliant, humming blade into the dimly lit chamber, it was just as I had expected. Most of the King's Guard present, who had been resolute just seconds ago, now recoiled in shock, their determination morphing into panic. 

These men were clearly fighting under coercion, and it didn't sit well with me to harm them.

I understood that the only two people who truly had a choice in this conflict were Cersei and Jaime Lannister. 

Without giving them any warning, I summoned the last vestiges of my energy and initiated a controlled Force push. 

This was a sub-skill I had masterfully customized from my system after mastering the main branch of Force abilities. 

It allowed me to pinpoint and apply my abilities to specific individuals. In this case, I focused my power on all the King's Guard members, except Jaime.

With a powerful surge of the Force, they found themselves forcefully expelled out of the chamber, tumbling through the door and into the corridor beyond. I swiftly sealed the door behind them, reinforcing it with a moderately strong Force wall. They were now isolated from us, and it was a protective barrier that could only be broken with great effort and time.

As the door closed and the noise of the expelled King's Guard faded, I turned to Cersei and Jaime, who stared at me with a mix of disbelief and shock. 

"Seems the smirks have vanished, haven't they?" I remarked In a wry tone.

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