The Westerlands

"I wish to serve in the Westerlands," you reply, hoping to have a chance to make your fortune.

"Very well," Margaery replies, gritting her teeth, "though I do not wish to grant any aid to her, I suppose I am obligated to allow you to serve Lady Paramount Cersei Lannister."

"Thank you, your majesty," you reply, with a slight curtsy.

"A caravan will proceed to Casterly Rock on the morrow, ensure that you are present for its departure. I will not be able to fulfill this request if you are not there when it leaves."

"Of course," you reply, before leaving the room.

As the guard outside the solar escorts you out, you have already begun to dream of your new life.