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'."

You walk over calmly towards the queen. 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."