The Purple Wedding was to be a typically gaudy affair though the ceremony was quite basic and played more to Cersei and Joffrey's tastes whilst the feast afterwards was a completely different story and Rosalie was unsurprised with the amount of effort that had gone in her elder sister's wedding. She could only hope her own wedding wouldn't be this much of a spectacle, a view she found she shared with Jaime and both of them shuddered at the idea of such an extravagant occasion. Sansa remained practically glued to Rosalie's side, she was telling Rosalie of the cold North and of her siblings. She missed them, dearly and Rosalie pitied her. It would be hard to be without your family and she was lucky to be nearly permanently surrounded by her own.
Speaking of, her grandmother was mysteriously absent as Rosalie sat beside Sansa and the Imp, Jaime was still required to keep watch over the ceremony as he wasn't being retired from his King's guard duties just yet though Joffrey had pressed that he be allowed to spend time in his day with his future wife, something Cersei had pulled a face about but Jaime cared little about his twin's opinion as Rosalie slipped through the crowds of people towards him, her face bright with happiness. Her father was speaking quietly with Margaery whilst Olenna and Tywin were in deep conversation, Tywin barely flicking Jaime a glance as the two of them strolled past. Rosalie, taking his flesh hand and golden hand in her own, tugged him with her as she moved backwards through the crowd, most of those crowding around practically fell out of her way as she pulled him through, eventually dropping one of her hands so she could turn around and lead him through the crowd more easily and he found it almost a struggle to keep her pace, she moved very swiftly and despite what she lacked in height and build, she made up for in furious energy.
He saw her then, the one Rosalie was making for and a smile tugged briefly over his features, of course. Rosalie probably wanted him to thank her properly and she was probably wanting to thank her as well it seemed. Brienne smiled faintly at Jaime though it widened significantly as she took in Rosalie, who hugged her tightly, a gesture that clearly surprised the usually aloof Brienne.
"Lady Brienne! I'm so glad to run into you, I've been meaning to come and find you to thank you for bringing Jaime back to us, I have heard a great deal of good things about you and we'd like to extend an invite to you, an invitation to our wedding ceremony in a few days time." Jaime blinked. The ceremony was to be small, mostly just family and if Rosalie got her way, as he knew she would, Sansa would be attending and now it seemed she wanted Brienne there. He wondered her reasoning though he knew better than to question her now. Brienne, for her part, looked equally shocked and delighted, a warm smile spreading across her mouth and Jaime realised she was truly quite pleased with the invitation, she clearly hadn't expected such kindness from the little Tyrell, who looked up at Brienne with something similar to admiration in her golden gaze. There was also a shrewdness there, one that slightly unnerved Jaime with it's intensity, a calculating element to her entire demeanor and it prompted Jaime to avert his eyes, why he was unsure but it made him a little uncomfortable, the two women were obviously sharing a moment and he was more or less intruding.
The sound of Cersei's shrill voice commanding attention be turned towards the king made the trio lapse into silence, Jaime nodding briefly at Brienne as Sansa came to Rosalie's side, the two intertwining their fingers as Rosalie sent Brienne a wide smile before they moved away, the crowd parting to allow the Tyrell and Stark to move forward as Joffrey and Margaery cut the pie, both of them smiling and laughing though Rosalie noted that Margaery's smile was a bit stretched and when she glanced in Rosalie's direction, catching her eyes, Rosalie lifted the corner of her mouth briefly.
Sisterly solidarity. She would not be part of the crowd screaming about the bedding ceremony though she would not have been able to anyhow, Rosalie had to go about speaking with Lord Tywin about wedding arrangements and if both Brienne and Sansa would be allowed to attend, she would be very put out if Sansa could not and Brienne she owed Jaime's life, so in her eyes, it was only apt for the tall woman to be in attendance.
It was then that Cersei's voice yet again broke through Rosalie's thought train as Joffrey choked, coughing fiercely as he drained the glass of wine, to no avail. Rosalie's grip on Sansa's hand tightened as Margaery's confused eyes found her own again and Rosalie felt the crowd around her swirl as Jaime shoved through the people, intent on reaching the golden haired boy. Rosalie felt shock pool in her belly, she had thought there would be people other than the queen mother and her twin to take care of Joffrey but-
Rosalie stopped, freezing in her place as Jaime and Joffrey's faces lined up and despite Joffrey's face currently turning purple, there was a resemblance, too much just to put down to Jaime being Cersei's twin. There was striking similarity and Rosalie felt her stomach drop out. Ned Stark had not lied. His words were not false. Unbelieveable. Hatred boiling in her veins, Rosalie, with Sansa in tow, strode to her sister's side, burying her face briefly in her sister's shoulder. Margaery was quivering slightly, whether it was shock or relief, Rosalie did not know. She was just glad that whatever fate Joffrey had just suffered through, had not been extended to her elder sister, whatever is was.
Glancing around, Rosalie's eyes narrowed in her grandmother then, Olenna was not looking at the king or her granddaughters, she had risen but her eyes remained on Cersei, a cold finality in her gaze and then Rosalie knew.
Poison.
(sorry for the delay, going through a bad breakup and thus did not really feel like writing about love xo)
