Geralt swirled his mug around leisurely in his hand and took a swig every so often as he watched the goings on around the room. So far nothing had happened that would cause him to act so he was content to observe. The majority of the castle staff knew him and gave him a wide berth. Of course the royal family knew him as well, he'd been close friends with the late King and they would oft see him in the palace. As far as the Ranger was concerned, the royal siblings held no ill thoughts for him but it hardly mattered. His bow was for the Queen and he answered to non other. 

This Goliath character, Geralt noted, seemed to fit well into his body guard roll. His first impression was that the large mans pledge of loyalty was genuine and that he had good intentions... But the road to hells was paved with good intentions and so Geralt would keep an eye on the man as he did everyone in the castle. King Wildred had always told him "Geralt, you're too damned paranoid. There -are- good people in the world y'know" And Geralt would usually shrug the comment away with a slight smile. He wore that smile now as he recalled his dear friend. 

The Ranger shook his head as if to shake the nostalgia away and return to the present. He downed the contents of his mug and put it down on the table before making his way to the Queen. He bowed his head in respect. "Your grace. Congratulations on your coronation. Your father was a great man and a great King. I know that you'll follow in his footsteps and become an even greater Queen." Geralt nodded to Goliath in a silent greeting.