Eustace
He splashed water onto his face and body as he washed in the river. Eustace had almost reached King's Landing to start a new life, but thought for some reason that a bath in the river would do him good. Stripping off his clothes, he splashed into the clean, flowing water and spent nearly an hour cleaning the grime and dirt off his hair and body. He had spent the last two weeks riding through a war-torn country with nothing to call his own but the clothes on his back, his precious horse, and the invaluable Valyrian sword.
Bloodsong, his father said it was called, and he carried Bloodsong with pride. The sword was beautiful, with a gilded red jewel in it's center and a crimson tint in the blade. It was one of a kind, and Eustace compared it to the famous steel of House Dayne, Dawn. It was unique like Dawn, but its size resembled the Targaryen sword, Dark Sister. Balanced as a Valyrian sword should be, it was one of his last connections with his family, and he would never part with it.
The washing done, Eustace donned his sword and clothing, and, astride his destrier, rode to the city of King's Landing in the distance. He reached the city by dusk, and strode to the gates.
"Halt, state your name!" the guard shouted at Eustace with a menacing tone.
"I am Eustace Greyfair, a member of a noble family. I have come to King's Landing to join the Lannister forces. Before his wash in the river, he would have croaked out this response, but the water did him well.
The soldier, a pudgy, fat man with the striking colors of the City Watch, looked at Eustace with a suspicious glare. Eustace was taken aback by the smell of the man's breath and his off putting face. The guard motioned for the gates to be opened, and Eustace urged his horse forward, glad to be away from such an odd man.
He rode through the gate to see a sprawling city that smelled like the seven hells. The scents overwhelmed Eustace, and he struggled to breathe the disgusting odor of the city. The scent of rotting fish made its way to the gates from afar, as the docks were nearly a mile down. Eustace, sensing pring eyes, rode his horse forward and tried to make sense of such a large city.
He had never experienced any major city, and was quite disgusted by the smells but enthralled by the people and the shops. He made his way through the city, and soon found himself in a less reputable part of town.
Eustace kept moving forward, but caught sight of orphans on the street, whores flaunting their used wares, and fishmongers doing much the same. Feeling safe atop his great horse, he rode quickly through the street, and made his way to the Red Keep. The Lannisters would make use of me, I'm sure.
Finally reaching the area of the Red Keep, he was stopped by a Lannister soldier. "I am Eustace Greyfair, and I wish to enlist as an officer," said he, and waited for a response.
"Well, you seem like a little lord atop that great horse. What's that on your back? Go on, give it here!" The Lannister prodded as Eustace drew his sword.
"Valyrian sword, named Bloodsong," he replied, proving his legitimacy. "It is my family's ancestral sword, and belongs to me now. My family were killed by Stark raiders, and I wish to gain my revenge on the Starks." he said, open as ever.
The Lannister eyed him like the one at the gate, and finally said, "There's a conscription hut over yonder, on the left side of the Keep. Follow the road there, then turn left and you'll be right on it. And stay out of trouble, boy."
"Thank you, ser!" he said, bowing his head and riding off as the sun set on the Red Keep.