Demand a Knighthood

"I want to be a knight," you say, "it has been a dream of mine since I was a young boy."

Peals of laughter erupt from your bed, the queen becoming red in the face, laughing at your demand.

You see red and immediately stomp over to your bedside - "What's so funny?" you demand, in as stern a voice you can muster. The queen stops laughing and fear fills her eyes as she looks up at you.

"I am sorry, but I cannot just make you a knight - every knight must start off as a squire and the vast majority of those squires must start off as the children of some landed nobility."

"Well, I'm sure you could pass me off as the bastard of some distant scion of House Tyrell or any other house in Westeros. That is, if you don't wish to stay stuck here forever."

"Well, when you put it like that, I suppose I could easily do it - once I've regained some strength, we can head for the nearest posting of the royal guard."