"OH I am sure you do yourself an injustice m'lady."<br/>Ingram gave her an ammused smile.<br/>"I am sure you will not dissapoint him at all."<br/><br/>As the doors fully opened, Ingram moved them once more, giving Sonja a sharp, but descrete tug, so that she fell back into step.<br/>The noise became deafening, the crowd roaring in chaotic celebration, guards having to push them back on occasion as small groups broke away to get a glimpse of the once Rebel Leader and soon to be new Queen.<br/><br/>The two excited young girls skipped and skittered in front of Sonja throwing flower petals on the ground in front of her, sadly lost in the deluge thrown by the crowd. A snowstorm of pinks and whites and reds to cover both Sonja and Ingram, Ursa and guards alike, sticking to their hair and faces, cascading from their shoulders.<br/><br/>Then the crowd thinned, less of the poorer and more of the noble coming into view. A thinner though more richly dressed and sedate line of people, standing in twos or threes. They nodded as she walked past, some giving a bow or curtsy, hurrying away as she passed, so that they may get nearer to the ceremony, having not been afforded seats.