Dowager Queen Mairi had come dressed elegantly as always in the Macmillan tartan. She had followed her son down the long room, accompanied by her ladies, exchanging nods and smiles with those that she passed along the way. She gladly took her seat and prepared herself for the emotional sight of her son becoming King of Scotland.
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Padraig would be so proud, she thought as Ernie turned, his visage there for all to see. Her hand pressed against her heart in pride as she awaited the final gestures upon the throne, but it was not to be.
There was screaming, and spells shooting everywhere. She stood up, watching as Ernie went after Ciaran, and tried to look and see what was happening. As her attention was elsewhere, a spell hit the wall somewhere above her, hitting a heavy decorative shield and sending it flying into her arm and shoulder. She was knocked to the ground, her body burning in pain, and when she looked up, a wizard in a strange uniform was coming for her.