The worst tension seemed to have dissipated after the elaboration but when the prince yet again directed their conversation towards the church, Harry readily accepted it. Knowing better than to push for an actual conversation with the crown prince, Harry turned both torso and attention towards the archway in question.<br/>Folding his hands behind his back, Harry allowed himself to properly admire the architecture. His mind was still, in part, preoccupied by the knowledge of the prince's given name - and whether or not that had been kept intentionally secretive to him.<br/>"It's deeply impressive," Harry said, his voice and intention was genuine in spite of his divided attention.<br/>Harry rather enjoyed the architectural differences of the European kingdoms, much more so than the interior of the churches; the cathedral just seemed to pale in comparison to the knowledge that the prince, luminous and angelic in a way that was foreign to Harry's Mediterranean heritage, was named something as familiar as<span style="font-style: italic">Draco</span>.<br/>"Was it constructed by your own people?" he asked, almost out of muscle memory, having had similar conversations before. His eyes darted towards the priest and the prince respectively, not allowing his gaze to linger on either before returning to the archway. "It is simply magnificent craftsmanship."