The Stormlands

"I wish to return home and serve out my appointment in the Stormlands," you reply.

"That, I must admit, is not surprising - I suppose I have agreed to honour your request. I will assign you to serve in the court of Lady Paramount Myrcella Baratheon."

You knew of the Lady Myrcella, having seen her royal procession post-coronation. You also knew that, at one time, she had been queen of all Westeros, before Margaery's late father had marched his armies to the gates of King's Landing and demanded her abdication in favour of his daughter.

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

"A caravan will proceed to Storm's End 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.