Castle Sablinova
overlooked the town, looming over it and the nearby river with a sense of superiority. Decked out in blue and white, matching thc color of the clothes Prince Alex normally wore, the entire castle had a faux-welcoming atmosphere to it, the bright colors, shining walls, and flags of Symkaria and House Sablinova flapping in the wind somewhat offset by the artillery batteries and defensive ramparts surrounding it. Not quite a Cinderella castle out of a storybook or anything, but fairly impressive to behold.
To Nika, of course, this was maybe the eighth-most-impressive castle she'd been to.
It'd be too stereotypical to keep the captive princess in the tower, right?
The guards cleared a path for the carriage, saluting the incoming queen -- all very traditional and formal, one was sure. The carriage went through not one, but two different gates as they were led into the central courtyard. If not bustling with activity, per se, there were plenty of people in uniform tending to the gardens or cleaning the area -- and some who were doing things that Jez couldn't quite put her finger on -- busywork, maybe?
Nika might be able to diagnose this a little more accuratley -- having all of his servants in uniform when people arrived probably made Prince Alex feel all the more important and enhanced his image. Making everyone work on a festival day was a downright rude thing to do, as well. A little man attempting to look as big as possible, and attempting to prepare himself for Bigger Things.