[i]Dahiti must be looking out for me,[/i] thought Rosemund, intensely relieved that the heir had declined more alcohol. In fact, she wondered now, how much had he drank? He was more intoxicated than she'd been during last night's brawl, that was for sure, and it made her concerned as to whether he could make it to his quarters. (This concern was, of course, immediately followed by disgust.) If anything was sure, he probably needed to sleep it off. 

"If I may make sure that you return to your quarters safely, Your Highness." 

[i]I could have walked away. Idiot.[/i]