The more-than-king-sized bed is the dominating feature of this room.  It has four tall posters, draped in the most royal blue canopy that you could imagine.  The inner curtains of the canopy are made of the finest silk his artisans could get their hands on.  Next to the bed is a lavish desk piled high with books.  On the other side of the room is a fireplace and a chair, and yet another pile of books.  [The King is an avid, AVID reader.]
King's Bedroom, Inside Palace
a chambermaid
prince
I am the prince to the king. I am the rightful heir to the throne. I need to marry a young princess.
Well enough. My father is sleeping, I see. Far be it from me to expect him to hold to our meeting. Yes, he surely does love his sleep doesn't he? As much as he loves his drink and his novels. Do you know how long he has been asleep? If he fell asleep only recently I had better choose a book and wait. I don't want to miss him again when he wakes. I believe it was around 45 minutes ago, but I could be wrong. Good grief. HE is the one insisting I marry, and yet he will not stay awake to meet with me about prospective brides. It certainly doesn't surprise me after all that he has done before. Yes. Though you probably shouldn't say that to anyone who isn't an entirely frustrated me. You're likely to lose your job. In another court, perhaps your head. Yes, I am very careful with who I criticize the king to. Anyone else wouldn't think so! I am, after all, his son. But we are allies against a common, insufferable enemy here, I think. I can get on board with that, just don't tell this to anyone else! I am not so cruel, you know that.  I know, but even if said on accident it would cause great outrage.