Rosina and Draco were outside the closed Palace door. The guards were holding the knob while waiting for the exact moment.
"Are you ready?" Draco asked with a lovely smile on his face. He was excited at that moment after dreaming of walking with Rosina by his side.
"Yes, I am," Rosina replied with a forced smile. She was a bit nervous, not because of the crown, but because if someone decided to cause chaos to stop the coronation, she couldn't contribute anything.
"That's good. Whatever happens, I'll be by your side," Draco whispered and held Rosina's hand tightly, reassuring her safety.
Rosina appreciated the gesture and inhaled deeply as the gigantic door opened. She gasped upon seeing the red roses everywhere, and the wolves inside had a rose brooch on their clothes.
"The flavour of sweet milk is perhaps the most firmly imprinted of all food memories in Western culture."