Geralt was not overly fond of such gatherings. It was harder to keep track of potential threats in a crowd and thus he kept to the outskirts of the ceremony. He wore no ceremonial armor, no richly tailored clothing, just his simple leather armor and forest green cloak. His bow was strung and rested on his back. To the many that did not know of him, they would see little threat from the weapon that was shouldered, after all it would take time to ready it and nock an arrow. This was not the case for the Ranger however. As easily as one would draw a sword, he could unsling his bow, nock an arrow, and have it drawn to fire. And so he was content to watch the proceedings.
As the young queen accepted her crown and gave a speech, he was only half listening. Of course he clapped with the crowds but his attention was more focused on those gathered. Once the royal party began to move, Geralt moved with them though at a distance. A palace guard moved to intercept the cloaked and armed Ranger but upon seeing his face backed away and nodded respectfully. He returned the gesture and praised the man for his vigilance instead of scorning him for ignorance. Better safe than sorry.
He noticed Sonorus, the so called 'adviser' scare away a group of peasant boys. Though Geralt held no love for the younger man he felt that it was a good move. Geralt had no intention of sitting and eating and instead took a mug of wine from the table and stepped back to lean on a column. The Elven Prince, Finn Audalian, was in attendance as well as King Alexander Gildone. The two royals from other nations were likely here to discuss alliances and trade agreements. All well and good, Geralt thought. The young queen would need such things.
A commotion shook him from his thoughts and he turned to regard a strange sight indeed. A girl, naked and covered in mud, had crawled her way into the palace. Geralt held a look of confusion momentarily and then thought about having a little chat with the guards about their vigilance. For now it appeared that she meant no ill will but one could never be too careful these days. Three men rushed to her aid, giving her a jacket and helping her to stand. The one that had given her the jacket glared at several men who were regarding the girl with far too much interest. Their reactions were surprising as they backed down. Geralt noticed this and committed the mans face to memory, something about that one..