Eustace
Eustace fell to the ground yet again as the other soldiers jeered and laughed. Getting up, he was immediately attacked by a soldier in front of him. Eustace, seeing this attack coming, evaded by stepping to the side. He brought his sword down as the soldier lunged too far and brought him to the ground.
Now the soldiers were laughing at his sparring partner, as Eustace helped him back to his feet. The officer in charge of training the soldiers screamed an order, and they all stood in formation as he inspected them all.
"Keep practicing, men. Dismissed!" the officer said, waving them off.
Eustace carried his blunt sword to the rack and went to grab his Valyrian steel sword. No luck, as the sword was nowhere to be found. "This is a mighty beautiful sword, Greyfair. Where'd you steal it?" a brawny, soldier asked him as he swung the sword around like an axe.
"It is my family's ancestral sword. It is mine by rights. Now give it back!" he grabbed the sword as the man was too slow to move.
"Damn it, you're a fast one. I'm not giving it to you until you tell me where you stole it!"
"I didn't steal it, idiot. It's mine by rights!" Eustace angrily said. Finally he had enough, and brought his gauntlet down on the stomach of the big man. The man fell to the ground, coughing. Eustace ripped the sword out of his hands and marched out of the training yard, as the jeering of the soldiers filled the air.
Keeping his head down, he ran out, intent on going to his little place by the wall. Looking to the cobbled ground, he ran into someone that smelled of lilac. He looked up, and saw a beautiful handmaiden. "My lady, I do apologize." He said, scared of repercussion.
The handmaiden was quite flustered, but regained her composure. "It is of little consequence, but next time keep your head up. As handmaiden to Lady Margaery, it is quite improper of me to be attacked by Lannister soldiers."
"Apologies, my lady. I am Eustace Greyfair, captain of the guard yonder," he lied, pointing to the place he left just a few seconds ago.
"I am Lady Mira Forrester. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now, please let me be on my way," she said, smiling slightly at Eustace, and he bowed slowly, with a smirk on his face that told a story.
Eustace was shocked out of his inner brooding by this beautiful maiden. He was a happy soul, at least before the tragic war stuck its long fingers into his family home. I will kill that Young Wolf for what his men did to my mother. I will mount his head on a spike, and everyone will proclaim me a hero. These dark thoughts etched onto his mind, Eustace continued to the inn, determined to gain some needed sleep.
May the Warrior guide me and the Mother protect me in the weeks to come, he thought, as he made his way across the street as the sun set on the old city of King's Landing.