Unfortunatly there was not. Oh Jaime wished there was. He wished he could fight his way back to Westros for her. Bring her back to where she was supposed to be. But he did not have power like that. He could only do what he could to make life better for her here. Keep her content. Keep her happy and teach her the little he'd learned about this world. It was all he could do for his sister.
"We must start again here sister. But think of it. There is none that can judge our love. None that matter and none that can destroy us. And there are new powers here, new people involved in this fight with skills not even I can fathom. Though trust me when I say I am still the best swordsman of any of them" he told her with pride born of his skills. "Isn't that worth it though, a world where I can love you without fear of your fat oaf of a husband. We were born for each other Cersei Lannister."
Her arm wrapped in his own and Jaime chanced a pause in the road as he tilted Cersei's head toward his own and kissed her softly. A thing he could have never done so publicly in Westeros. "There are some here from our world, some have left, the Targaryen Girl, the bastard son of Ned Stark...Our brother. But Arya Stark and a girl from Lys remain. Arya...I asked to stay with us. She had no one and nothing Cersei and she is of noble blood."
He didn't think she'd take that well, but the next... "And Joffery knows of his parentage. He took time to adjust and it is out of our control. He was sent to a world unlike our own, one where we died for our love and he was raised a bastard boy. Hill they called him. Our son, reduced to that. But he understands, I don't know how completely but he understands. There are no Spiders as we know them here no, there are ways they can hear and see us, but not like at home. Not so intricate as Varys little games or Littlefinger's machinations."
"That doesn't matter my sister, you are here now, put the past behind you."