Wearing a dress designed by a Muggleborn to the coronation of a monarch who most likely believed in blood purity probably wasn't the best idea, but Catriona simply didn't care. She had done it in Ireland, had continued to do so in England, and would do so to her dying day. Plus she liked it and thought she looked good in it. Due to Kingsley's habit of being punctual, the couple had arrived early enough to be seated. Catriona had exchanged small talk with those ladies around her, whispered in her husband's ear, and waved at certain other people.
At the presence of Princess Gabrielle at King Ernest's side, Catriona mentally raised her eyebrows. Well then, that was interesting. Perhaps a tea with Penelope was necessary sooner rather than later. She exchanged a glance with her husband at this turn of events, saying more in that than most people could say in an entire conversation.
There was a split second of panic before she felt Kingsley tackling her, protecting her with his body. "Go!" she shouted with a whisper in his ear. "I'll be fine!" she continued. Knowing that his duty as an Auror was warring with his duty as her husband, Catriona pushed him off of her as best she could. "To our quarters as quickly as I can and stay there until you get there."