Demand a royal appointment

"Give me a royal appointment somewhere - I want to live among the wealthy and the elite of Westeros."

"That is not exactly a position that I can grant to and old peasant, you know - there would be screams and riots amongst all the upper classes if I did such a thing."

"Well, lie then - tell them I am some new and wealthy merchant or a distant scion of some prestigious family."

"And if I say no?"

"Then we will be stuck here until I decide to let you go or you agree to one of my demands."

"Very well, I suppose you leave me **** but to grant you this 'royal appointment' - now then, untie me."

You walk over calmly, before disposing of the ropes binding the queen's ankle and wrist. She sits up in your bed and you look to her expectantly.

"Well, when I feel a bit better, we can head over to the nearest royal guard posting and head over to King's Landing."