There is a comfortable, but not ornate bed against the wall in the center of the room. There is a dresser and a mirror against the opposite wall. There are various paintings hung throughout the room of landscapes and past kings and queens. There is a fireplace on the east wall with a bearskin rug on the floor in front of it, and two chairs to sit in.
Personal rooms, Inside Palace
cleaning person
prisoner
I am a prisoner trapped in the depths of the castle dungeon. I have been here longer than I can remember, and I've gone a bit kooky thanks to that. I like to joke around to pass the time.
Mother, mother! Is that you mother? I have missed talking with you and hearing your sweet voice. I loved when you sang to me. Goodness, child, tis only me, Old Sophie, come ta clean yer room.  Goodness you've left it in quite a state!  Is that.. is that your fancy paints you've gone marked up the walls with? Oh no mother! That is my drawing of the fields outside our house. Do you not recognize it mother? Look here, little one.  I know it's hard ta remember, with you being locked up in these 'ere rooms.  But I'm not your mummy, never was.  I just come in here every other day ta tidy up, remember?  I'm just a slave in th' Queen's household. i can tell you a joke.... knock, knock Oh dear.  You're having another one of your spells, I see.  Well then, let's here it.  Who's there? Boo.... Boo wh- ? Ach, ye got me there! hahahaha... Don't cry mother I am here now and we can spend the rest of your days in playing in the fields and painting Yes, child, of course.  Old Sophie will always be here for a laugh - goodness knows I could use it. knock, knock..... Let me just sweep out the ashes... yes, go ahead and tell me yer riddler there.  Who be there?