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
subject
king
I am the king. I rule this kingdom alongside my wife, the queen. It is my divine right to be the king because my father was the king before me.
No, no my friend. But, I heard you had an appeal you wanted to give to the court. Let the might of the Kingdom bend towards you, tell me what you need. I would like to pay less taxes my King. The high tax rate makes my life miserable. Oh, come on. I can barely coordinate taxes with the people in this castle, I can't make an exception. How about a bequeath, instead. I give you something, no strings. How about you quit robbing your citizens? Our taxes are outrageous my Lord. Good god, the nerve of you people. How about I let you proles quit taxes and stop paying my knights so the Sacrens can run through you like animals.  Sounds like a reasonable trade your majesty. It's not and I promise you'd be singing a different tune the moment a knight showed up to your house. And I want you to know a king doesn't make idle threats. Better a fast death at the hands of an enemy than a slow death at the hands of our own ruler. What a wise prole. If fast is what you want, fast is what you'll get. Guards? Is now the time to confess that I've been bedding the Queen when you are absent?