Until I show you this image, nothing else can possibly happen in the palace. No one will oil the oubliette, polish the balustrades or refresh the moat. So in the spirit of moving on, here you go.
I'm glad this is just a panel from DC Comics Crisis on Infinite Earths, and not, say, a page ripped from a Nazi instruction manual for urban warfare. "How to Fight in Charming Little Market Areas of Western Europe - Know Your Hostages". Imagine how the war might have turned out if those lousy Ratzis went around targeting stupid flower women. Those soft-hearted Amerikaners would have thrown down their rifles and skedaddled, all pronto.