The feast she spoke of was one in preparation for tomorrow's ceremony, an event that Jaime realised may explain as to why Lady Margaery was drinking with Rosalie, Jaime acknowledged that Joffrey was a brat and could tell that both the young Tyrell women disliked him. Well, most people did in fact though Jaime preferred to ignore the opinions of the people of King's Landing. He wouldn't miss it when he returned to Casterly Rock, he would miss his siblings and father but he looked forward to being back home and he was looking forward to being in Rosalie's company.

She was sitting not far from him, at Margaery's side at the highest table and the two were laughing about something, ignoring a sour looking Cersei who eyed the two of them with blue slits and a bored Joffrey, Tyrion and Sansa were too far away for him to taunt. Jaime looked over towards Rosalie again, her eyes were on Sansa as she spoke with Margaery, probably about her plans and what she had accomplished earlier that day. Sansa had been quietly pleased with the knowledge that her eldest brother had escaped and though Joffrey had had some things to say about it, Sansa was no longer alone.

That day, Joffrey had decided to humiliate Sansa, yet again and unfortunately for Sansa, Margaery was nowhere to be found, so Joffrey hadn't needed to keep up the act, instead he had ordered Meryn Trant to relieve her of her clothing, to mock her in front of the court. Jaime had winced, glancing at Cersei who looked amused and he had resigned himself to staring out of the court, most of who looked shocked. Then the doors had banged open and Joffrey had sat up rather quickly. Jaime too looked towards the door and his eyes narrowed in on Rosalie, dressed in yet another purple garment with her hair twisted back and her golden eyes dangerous.

"Lay another hand on her Trant and it'll be the last time you have hands." Rosalie had snarled and the knight jeered, yanking Sansa's sleeve down further, and she advanced quickly, the knife flashing and he roared in pain, going to backhand her but she dodged, slamming a booted foot down on his foot before her guards raised their weapons. Trant shot a look towards Joffrey who looked outraged and had stood from his throne but Rosalie was clearly not done here. Cersei's eyes were slits as she watched the girl slide her knife away, moving to Sansa's side and nodding at one of her guards, who pulled the cloak from his shoulders. Sansa gripped Rosalie's hands, knuckles white and face drenched with fear.

"Sansa Stark is under my house's protection, a slight to her is an insult to my entire family and you wouldn't want that would you, your Grace?" The mocking was clear in Rosalie's voice as she maneuvered Sansa behind her and Jaime wondered how he had managed to be the one to marry a woman with such a gracious heart. Cersei glanced towards Joffrey who had not reacted to the venom coating Rosalie's words and Jaime wondered if it was fear. The Tyrell sisters were close and if she so much as breathed a word to Margaery, there could be jeopardy in the budding relationship between the two. Joffrey was right to hesitate, Rosalie's threat clung to her very voice. Cersei clearly did not like the insult and made a sound beside Joffrey, one which Rosalie heard very clearly.

"Did you have something to say, queen mother? I didn't quite hear you." Rosalie snarled out, fingers still gripping Sansa's tightly but her face was impassive. Tywin clucked and shared a smile with Jaime, Cersei had met more than her match in the youngest Tyrell and she was beginning to realise just how aware the girl was. Jaime nodded at Rosalie as she and her party moved out, Rosalie shooting him a smile that Cersei caught but Rosalie had already swept herself and Sansa out before Cersei could meet Jaime's eyes, fury decorating hers though Jaime averted his eyes soon after they met.

Sansa Stark barely left Rosalie's side the rest of the day, Jaime had noted. The two were clearly very friendly and they did a lot of laughing. Sansa had changed dresses, one of which Jaime wondered if it belonged to Rosalie as it was her typical style and colour, that dark purple with gold lining. He was preparing to head to the feast when he was surprised by a knock on his door. Cersei never knocked and his father never came to his chambers nor would his brother have so when he opened it, he wasn't too surprised to see Rosalie standing outside his door, colour decorating her high cheekbones and he wondered why when he noted Sansa giggling as she hurried in the opposite direction quickly.

"My Lady." He said, smiling gently and she smiled back widely, eyes darting over his face.

"I came to ask you something and I know you may not agree because of the queen mother's opinion but I wanted to know, if I was to take Sansa Stark on as a handmaiden, would she be able to come back to Casterly Rock when we leave?" Jaime paused. He knew why she was asking, this was her way of protecting her friend and while he knew Cersei would be resistant, Jaime could see no fault in the idea and he knew neither would Tywin, the remaining Starks would not know she had been moved and she would be safer up there especially if it came to bartering with her life. Joffrey was more likely to hurt her and the North seeking revenge on them for that was quite a definite occurrence. But Rosalie would bring her out of that, away from Cersei's vengeance and Joffrey's cruel heart.

"If it would make you happy." He said quietly and her face lit up like a child's might when you promised them something sweet if they ate all their dinner.

Now she sat with a smug smile twisting her lips as she laughed with Margaery, seemingly well aware of the queen mother's furious gaze but it was too late for Cersei, Tywin had already made Joffrey permit the action and Rosalie had won and she was well and truly letting Cersei know that much. Jaime hid his smile as his soon-to-be wife glanced up, her eyes finding his and she smiled prettily, wiggling her fingers at him. She had a particular fondness of cherry cakes and held one out to him, raising her eyebrows in a dare for him to decline her offer. Shaking his head, Jaime moved to her side, stealing the cherry cake from her fingers and she laughed quietly, Margaery watching them fondly as Jaime dipped his head to kiss the corner of her mouth in a show of ownership. Popping the cherry cake into his mouth, Jaime strode back to his place, well aware of Cersei's gaze burning into his back. He reminded himself of her laying with others whilst he fought to get back to her and with a swift smirk, met her gaze evenly. Her fingers grew white on her goblet of wine and Jaime removed his eyes before she broke the stem in her grip and he caught Rosalie's eye, winking teasingly.