Kings Landing, New Haven tavern.

The usually bustling tavern was dead silent as if mourning.

All the people were drunk with no hope in their eyes as if they know they will die the next moment.

The door to the tavern opened basking the drunkards sleeping on the floor in sunlight.

A tall person in a hood entered with dead boar on his shoulders.

The awakened people who were ready to fight sat down again after seeing him.

The person has light pink shoulder length hair peeking through the hood.

He ignored the drunkards and walked towards the old man serving drinks.

The old man's eyes lit up upon seeing him,"Oh.. Young man you're here again. What did you bring me this time."

The young man sat down and lowered the dead boar on the table.

The old man happily took the boar and hurriedly served him food and drinks.

It has been three days since the young man, Steve, has been in this world.

As the person not from this world, he has difficulty surviving on the first day but due to adaptability he quickly adapted to their way of living and become first grade hunter.

While waiting for his chance to get into the castle, Why? Because he knows that she is in the castle.

He didn't know, how but he is instinctively aware of her location.

Steve put aside his thoughts and looked back at the hopeless people on the ground.

"Why are they like that?", He curiously asked the inn owner.

The old man shrugged his shoulders while cleaning the glasses, "Well, Can't blame them, really. The news came that the Robert Baratheon was victorious in the battle of the trident. He could barge in King Landing anytime and burn it down."

Steve looked at the owner, "You don't look worried."

"Well, I am leaving Kings Landing tonight. I have saved up enough to start over in the north."

"Oh! I remembered now, you were here to become a knight wasn't you? This may be your only chance." 

Steve eyes lit up, "How?"

The owner hinted at Steve to come closer. He obeyed, leaning towards him, "You know, Jamie Lannister? News is that he is loosened the restrictions on becoming a knight and is collecting talented people to fight against Robert Baratheon."

Confusion filled Steve face, "Why would he do that?"

No matter how many people he gather now wouldn't they still betray him during the major fight? Who would be this stupid to add people for his funeral.

The oldman smiled,"You know I have heard a thing or two. There are thieves everywhere, they talk, rumours really. That he is not gathering people for the losing side."

Steve looked at the old man, disbelief written all over his face. The oldman smiled nonchalantly.

Steve hurriedly looked around to see if someone heard them before wetting his parched throat with alcohol.

After calming down, he seriously considered this option. Although it will be serious disgrace for someone of this world. He didn't care much about this rebellion and even supported it to some degree. After all, the current king is tyrant and a mad man and he will escape with his target anyway as soon as someone entered through those city doors.

After thinking this through, he looked up to the old man,"Where?"

The oldman smiled,"Go down the street, you will see Baracks in the square. At noon."

Steve nodded and started eating his meal slowly. The old man also started to pack for his journey.

…………………

The market place that was always bustling is now dead quit.

All the residents have already sacked their supplies and are camping inside their houses.

Steve walking towards the square couldn't help but feel eerie watching the wide empty streets.

From the tavern to the market he hasn't seen a single person. Seeing this state of the capital was first for Steve, making him wander why common people are so effected by a fight between nobles.

Finally, he arrived at the barracks that was mentioned by the old man.

He knocked on the door and quietly stood at the side.

Creak!

A moment later, the heavy iron door opened with a sharp sound.

An hunched old man followed by a fully armoured knight came out.

"Yes? What can I do for you?" 

"I have heard that Lord Lannister was looking for people who are talented with the sword."

At his answer, the oldman was visibly surprised. It seems like he wasn't expecting anyone to come.

"Sir Alynn, go quickly fetch a sword." While guiding Steve to the training ground he instructed the knight behind him.

The training ground was nothing special just the basic space surrounded by walls while a ground was build in the centre.

Weapons and training dummies were scattered around the training ground.

The oldman handed steve a broadsword while 6 knights also entered the training ground.

Steve inspected the broadsword that was handed over to him. To be honest, it was his first time holding a real weapon. So, he couldn't help but marvel at the shiny blade.

An awkward cough awoke him from his fantasies. Steve looked up to found an awkward expression has appeared on the oldman while the knight besides him was frowning.

"Excuse me if I am rude but have you ever held a sword." The knight besides the oldman who was only one without the helmet asked.

"No, it's my first time ever holding a weapon." 

A speechless expression appeared on the knight's face,"Then why are you here?"

Steve swung the sword a few times to test it's weight,"Because I am confident in my swordplay."

"Even if you never held a sword in your life."

"Yes." He replied seriously.

The knight, Jamie Lannister, felt like he was being pranked.

With a speechless expression on his face, he was about to ask if he was here to mock the knights or himself but closed his mouth midway when he saw the serious look on the other party's face.

'Well, it wouldn't hurt to test him. Nobody else is going to come anyway'. He thought.

…………………

Clang!

A sword flew through the sky and pierced the earth in front of Jamie.

'How...?' Jamie has a shocked expression on his face as he looked at the kings guard, who were supposed to be the best of the knights, kneeling on the ground catching his breath.

It was a ridiculous match from the start, a civilian who has never held a weapon vs knight who has been through many battles.

But unexpectedly, the civilian won and overwhelmingly at that. Jamie looked to his side at the three battered knights who also has been defeated by the same person.

How did this happened? Did the civilian lied about not ever touching a sword before? No, if you say his movements are basic then you're just insulting the basics, He is just swinging the sword nothing else.

Was it due to his overwhelming fitness? Yes, it definitely played a major part especially his monstrous stamina, being able to fight four professional opponents in a row. It definitely played a part.

But the thing due to which he was really able to defeat those four was simple, Talent. 

Jamie could only explain it in this vague word, Talent.

Even if his movements were basic to the basics they transformed into sharp sword when he used them. 

Even if his opponents used the best swordsmanship he saw through it in an instant.

In his entire life, despite being called a talented swordsmanship himself, Jamie has never seen a clearer example of talent than now.

Looking at the youth softly breathing, Jamie couldn't help but be excited. 

'He is perfect for that task!' 

"Young man, What is your name?" Jamie looked fervently at the pink haired youth.

The youth thought for a moment before answering.

"Lancelot. William Lancelot, Sir."