Tirell

He was standing in front of the small council. Along with them was the Queen Regent, Cersei Lannister."I presume you killed Kanan Jarrus?" She asked.

Tirell nodded. There was no emotion on his face."Arrow to the head, your grace. Threw his corpse in the dock. One of Stannis's knights broke him out of his cell and tried to bring him to Dragonstone but I killed him as well." He reported.

Cersei raised an eyebrow in confusion."Stannis wanted him...but why?" She wondered aloud."Why save a worthless guard when he could have saved Lord Eddard Stark?"

Tirell remembered seeing Eddard Stark's head on a pike after his execution."Well, it does not matter." She stood up."You shall be rewarded for what you've done, Tirell. Your father has let Robb Stark cross the Twins." Tirell's eyes widened in surprise. He had not heard of this."But it does not mean you cannot have a seat on our council."

Tirell's jaw dropped. He was silent for a moment, trying to gather his words."M-m-my La-"

"You cannot be a member just yet, though. We will find a position for you soon. In the meantime," She smiled."Enjoy King's Landing."

Tirell bowed and left.

The young man walked into the room that used to belong to Kanan Jarrus. He looked around, remembering how he had helped Kanan after Jaime Lannister defeated him.

He sat down on the bed and brought out a red, triangular, crystalline shape that he had stolen from Kanan when he had been unconscious of his pocket. He had kept it in his pocket for a while, meaning to give it back to Kanan...eventually.

Tirell had stolen it from him because...it called to him. At first, he thought he was going crazy. But he then remembered what Kanan said.

You can use the Force! Kanan had said.

Is that what's going on? He thought. This thing talking to me with the Force or something? But...how?

He looked around the room and noticed that one of Kanan's drawers was slightly opened. He looked inside. Instead of clothes, he found an odd, grey hilt. He grabbed it and took a closer look. There was no blade at all. His thumb accidentally pressed against something and a blue light quickly appeared out of thin air from the hilt.

Tirell stared at the blue light in shock. After almost a minute, he moved it a little and accidentally cut the drawer faster than any ax or sword.

"What the hell is this..." He whispered.

Tirell left the room and walked down the alleys of King's Landing as the sun was setting. He was holding the hilt, it's blue blade now deactivated. I should probably throw this thing in the dock or something. I should get rid of it. Nobody should have a weapon this powerful.

He was walking through another alley when he heard a loud scream.

"Shut up, slut!" Yelled a gruff, male voice.

"What does it matter if she screams?" Asked a second male voice."Nobody's gonna give a shit about her."

Tirell looked into another alley to see three men surrounding a woman with blonde hair and dirty clothes."The fuck kind of clothes are these anyway?" Asked the third man. From the looks of the men, they were obviously lowlifes of King's Landing. He also saw one of them holding a sword he had probably stolen."They don't even look like the clothes of a lady."

"Please!" Cried the woman. Tirell noticed that she did wear odd clothing. She wore a blue tunic and trousers."S-stop!" She yelled when one of the men started to take off her pants.

"Stop? I've only just begun!" The man laughed, about to take his pants off when he saw his friends noticed Tirell looking at them.

"Fuck off, boy." Said an older man with the sword. He then slowly smiled."Unless you want fuck her as well?"

He saw fear in the woman's brown eyes."I think you should fuck off." He tried to sound brave but failed as the men just chuckled.

"I gave you a chance," The man with the sword then ran at him.

Should've brought my sword, Tirell cursed himself for not doing so. He then realized what he could use.

He pressed his thumb against the button of the hilt and the blue blade appeared. He swiftly cut the man's word into two. The man stared at him in shock."B-but...what the fuck?!"

"I got this bastard!" Yelled one of the other men, pulling out a knife from his pocket. Tirell readied himself as the man ran at him. He dodged a slash and cut the man's hand off.

The man yelled in pain and Tirell saw that there was no blood. In fact, it seemed like the blade had already cauterized his stump. All three of the men stared at him before they ran into another alley to escape him.

He deactivated the blue blade and turned his attention to the woman who was still on the ground. He ran over and helped her up."Are you alright?" He asked.

She stared at him for a moment before nodding."M-my name is Maketh Tua," She introduced herself."Are you a Jedi?"