Jaime Lannister had to admit, his father's declaration of marriage had blindsided him. He wasn't upset about nearly as much as he should have been, guessing that he had still yet to come to terms with the matter of his betrothal, as Cersei stormed from the room, knocking her shoulder sharply with Rosalie's and he watched as the girl flinched, though her mouth also curved upwards, one of those smiles Cersei had perfected, a tiny, smug smirk and he felt her eyes leave him, watching as she took a small step forward so she could speak with her father.
He studied her as she stood in front of him. She was slender, neatly built with a slim waist and long tousled bronze-gold curls and wide golden eyes that were shrewd, much like her sister's though Margaery didn't manage to contain her emotion as much as Rosalie did, the younger Tyrell was a lot like his own father, able to manipulate their facial expressions into a void, a mask and Jaime, watching Rosalie closely, the way she held herself too was unusual, like a bird preparing to take flight almost, resting just the smallest on her toes. The words about her were true, she was the most beautiful of the Tyrells and no doubt one of the fairest in the Seven Kingdoms. And he was to marry her, produce heirs with her and they would keep each other happy. She would keep him busy, he knew that much. He saw how men looked at her, how women looked at her and how she saw it too and she knew, though she didn't seem to be bothered. Even Cersei was threatened by her, he had seen that much on her face, there wasn't much Cersei could hide from Jaime.
Tyrion had since left the room after his sister and they had all lapsed into silence again, Rosalie frowning at her feet, Mace looked like he'd rather be anywhere else and Tywin looked bored.
"So it's settled then. After your Margaery marries Joffrey, the two of you can say your vows and then retire to Casterly Rock. Hopefully soon I'll be seeing proof of yet another grandchild, preferably one who doesn't complain as much as my oldest grandchild." Tywin smirked and despite himself, Jaime chuckled, drawing Rosalie's attention as he spotted her barely concealing a smile, before he considered what Tywin's real meaning was. He was urging them to get busy. Jaime went to lace his hands and stiffened, the cold of the gold surprising him slightly, it was taking him awhile to get used to. Rosalie had seen the movement and her eyebrows wrinkled slightly though she said nothing, as seemed to be a familiar pattern with her before Tywin clapped his hands, beginning to speak with Mace about wedding matters and Jaime leaned on his sword, wondering how he would embarrass himself if he retrieved his mother's ring from his father's draw, a task he was unsure he would perfect with the golden hand. He opened the draw with his left hand, placing the ring in the palm of the golden hand before he maneuvered back around, hand outstretched.
"Here." He said quietly, embarrassment leaking into his tone though she did not acknowledge it, instead staring in a sort of fascination at the ring. Cersei had long since coveted it, it was set with rubies in true Lannister fashion and though it was quite simple, he wanted to ensure she was wearing something that said she belonged to him, a warning to the rest of the men in King's Landing if he may.
"Thank you. You're very kind." Rosalie said, dipping her head slightly at him as he slid the ring up the fourth finger on her left hand. She had very delicate hands he noticed, slim fingers and almond shaped fingernails and he sighed in relief as the ring seemed to fit, though it may have been a little snug she said nothing.
"You're very brave. I would have locked myself away and refused to have anyone look at me if I lost a hand. Yet you seem to radiate confidence concerning it. You don't need to pretend around me though. I don't mind." He studied her for a moment before he allowed his shoulders to sink a little bit, the slightest smirk sliding across his features and he advanced on her slightly, noting how she shrunk just a little, he intimidated her.
"You're very bold little one, though you rarely show it when you're around pleasant company. Like a little kitten, one second you're cowering then your claws are out. It's quite an amusing show for those who are watching." Her eyes were gold slits and this close to her, he could smell the perfume clinging to her skin, it wasn't roses as he assumed she would reek of, Olenna and Margaery both had but she smelled like jasmine, the kind that was usually only found in Dorne. Clearly she had close relations with Dorne to have even a bottle of the stuff, it was insanely expensive to purchase outside of Dorne. Something caught the light in her hand and Jaime saw the dagger then, she had slipped it from her belt without him seeing and though she clearly had no idea how to hold it, a weapon was a weapon. He scoffed, laughing quietly and stepped back a bit, catching the fist curled around the dagger and he lifted it, examining her grip.
"You're holding it wrong kitten." He teased and saw the flush then as it crept across her cheeks, he wondered if it was to the nickname of that she had been caught holding her weapon wrong. He rotated her wrist a little, moving her fingers to fasten correctly around the hilt and his mind slid to something else she could do with her hands and suddenly he was glad for the armour that concealed him. Instead he lowered mouth so it was close enough to hers that he could have licked her lips if he wanted to, pushing her back against the wall as he made a shoving movement with the dagger in her hand.
"Stab them in the stomach, it makes for a more painful death as all the bile burns at the flesh." He said, a mocking tone slipping into his voice and he watched her eyes narrow. She was nervous and he had made her flustered, he could hear how fast she was breathing and this amused him as he took her face in the palm of his hand then, very gently touching her skin and he smirked as she leaned into his warmth slightly before he struck. Catching her lips in his own, he kissed her with a fierceness that surprised even him. Rosalie, however, was not about to be a maiden in distress, as she forced him back off of her, her eyes wild and before he could react further, she kissed him quickly on the mouth, a soft kiss that made him yearn for her lips, before she whirled, storming from the room, the door slamming loudly behind her retreating footsteps and Jaime laughed for the first time in a while. His beautiful, fiery bride was going to be a handful. And he was looking forward to it.
It was a fair bit later in the evening when he was replaced from guard duty by another, Jaime decided to go to visit Rosalie briefly, he had no clear objective but he had left her alone for a good part of the day and though he, nor Cersei, were overwhelmingly pleased by the new development, Tywin held strong. Margaery had been startled to hear the news, her eyes flying to her sisters, who had merely shaken her head once. She was upset about it, he realised, though she hadn't shown it much whenever she knew he was around though he had heard her crying with her sister in one of the gardens. Margaery had comforted her, saying it would be okay and that everyone was scared when they were betrothed. It hadn't crossed Jaime's mind that it might be hard for her, leaving her family behind, being separated from those she trusted inherently. At least he would be going to a familiar place, she was going into the unknown. He had also heard Margaery briefly mention another name, Robb Stark, the boy king who had escaped the Frey's wrath a moon prior, though Catelyn Stark had been killed as had Robb's pregnant wife, it seemed Robb and Rosalie were familiar with each other, why, he was determined to find out as he assumed from Margaery's words that the two were betrothed but given Rosalie's sly nature, he could not rest the idea that she could be spying for the boy king.
He had since detoured down to where Tyrion mentioned the Tyrells were staying with a bunch of flowers he had pulled from the garden and locating her chambers, he knocked twice.
"Coming!" He heard her call, though he heard nothing move until the door swung open. Rosalie's face was flushed and she gripped the door handle even tighter when she saw him, his first thought was that she had been drinking. The smell of something Tyrion was fond of caught his nostrils by surprise, it was strong and sweet and over her shoulder, he could see a bottle of it on the table, beside it sat Margaery who was giggling quietly to herself, a goblet of wine in her fingers.
"Jaime Lannister. Come to torment me." Rosalie drawled, her voice husky and Jaime found it quite attractive, though he did not voice said thoughts, instead smiling and brandishing the flowers.
"I thought I might make it up to you, considering you weren't exactly pleased with my actions earlier, though I wouldn't mind making a habit of it." He teased and to his surprise, Rosalie laughed, taking the flowers in her left hand and leaning forward, still hanging onto the door.
"My knight in shining armour." She sang and he scoffed though it was lighthearted.
"Does my knight want a kiss for his troubles?" Rosalie asked, her voice becoming husky again as she looked him up and down and Jaime felt himself near blush. Before he could react, she pecked his cheek fondly before moving to close the door. Halfway through the action however, she stiffened, she was mid placing the flowers in a vase and she had noticed something on the table beside the vase. Plucking it in her fingers, she held it out to him gingerly and his eyes narrowed in on the necklace, wondering why she was holding it out to him. He noted there was a tiny golden rose charm on it, as well as what appeared to be a lion and he caught her eyes curiously.
"Thank you, Rosalie. You didn't have to." She tutted, looping the necklace around his neck before clasping it shut, an action he couldn't have performed himself and then she pressed a more heated kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"Now all of King's Landing will know you're mine. Even your sister." She giggled at that last thing and Jaime froze briefly as she vanished back behind the door, his left hand snaking up to touch the rose and lion charms gently, the lion on closer inspection had sapphires for eyes and he wondered how in seven hells she had managed to curate such an item at such short notice but then, Tyrells were known for being a little more on the odd side, so instead, he slipped the chain beneath his chainmail and headed off to go find Bronn.