It's dark and only lit by a candle stuck in a small candle holder in each wall. For what it is the room is large with plenty of room. It has a small wooden table off to the left. There's a small window behind overlooking the court yard.
Privy room, Inside Castle
king
master of ceremonies
I am a master of ceremonies. I announce the King or Queen when they enter the room or go to parties. I live in the castle and are well taken care of. I have a wife and young daughter. My station takes me to many places around the country.
Attention courtiers!  The King has entered the privy!  I repeat, the King has entered the privy!  If you smell his flatulence, please applaud, as you are being honoured by breathing in the royal odor. Aye Aye, that's enough.  What's the news of the day? Well sir, to aid in you royal movements, we have brought you the papers to read as you dispense your offerings into the porcelain bowl.  There was an orc raid at Eastwick, a riot between the badger-cultists and the bear-folk, and no less that three noblewomen have been captured by pirates. Not the noblewomen, we must send men at once to the shore. Yes . . . though the rumour is they may not all have gone unwillingly. Foolish women, unable to make decisions for thineselves.  How many injured in the orc raid? 33 your grace, but most of the wounded were either dwarves or elves, so there is little to be concerned of there. Huzzah, that's what I liketh to hear.  There were three humans killed though your grace, so the retribution parties have been dispatched. Are you just going to leaveth me here dirty? Yes my King, here is the finest parchment to wipe your royal bottom. Fie thine smell is pungent. 