Harry hummed at that, able to patch together a sufficient answer. Harry hadn't found the king to be much involved with the tending of his guests, and the notion that he wasn't one to visit his people didn't surprise Harry.<br/>However, he also noted as he turned to glance down another far more interesting sidestreet, Harry knew that that didn't necessarily mean he was an unfit ruler.<br/>As they advanced through the city, the street began to widen, eventually leading into a paved plaza. Here, the striking beauty of the cathedral was undeniable, though the grandiour of the architecture still felt foreign to Harry.<br/>"My prince, sire -" Bartholomew called ahead of them. He turned his horse, urging it to circle around itself in order to flank the prince. "The Cathedral of Jean Baptiste."