As he announced who she was, there was a gasp from several of the servants present, a tittering of whispered voices, some wondering if the King was mad for such a thing, though they surely said nothing to his face. An older woman in servant's garb was the one to set things in motion, ordering servants to quickly air out a fine guest chamber for her, while another went to fetch a physician. The exterior of the grand palace was lovely but inside was truly exquisite and Caitriona looked at the high ceilings and beautiful tapestries with awe, her mouth even parting slightly, gaping at the massive artwork and architecture. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Her gaze moved back to the stern faced Aleksander. "It's so beautiful," she said then looked back around again, another servant coming up as the entire place seemed to be in uproar over the king's return and the appearance of the girl he held in his arms. "Your highness...perhaps I should have someone send for a tailor...to get her as quickly as possible into more...proper clothing?" the woman mused while others rushed to the kitchens in order to start heating buckets of water for a fine bath. Caitriona looked down at her appearance. She did look rather out of sorts compared to the rest of the palace. Even the servants were far better dressed than she was. the thought made her blush in embarrassment. What they must think of her, she thought, looking back at Aleksander for his answer.