The room at the top of the stairs is a lot larger then you might imagine. It's a fully engaged library that only the king uses, for the most part. The queen does have access but is less inclined to read. Dark wood shelves cover all the walls not engaged by a door or window, of which there is only one each. Even the wall above the door as you enter is a shelf full of books of all sorts. The smell of paper and some mold (they are rather old books) permeates the air. A large overstuffed settee is faced by a short table and across from that are two matching chair. All are brown in color and look to be extremely comfortable. The walls were once stone grey in color but the shelves totally cover them. The floor is covered in a lush, brownish rug that looks and feels more like fur. There are books piled on the floor by the chair and the short table is covered with them as well. Under the window at the far end of the room is a huge desk that is covered with papers and a few books. A candle holder sets on one corner with a partially melted candle still in it.
attic, Inside Palace
king
queen
I need a new cushion for this throne! All this chatter in court is giving me a headache!  That Lord that just walked past offended my nose with his odor.  I need to find my chambermaid.
My King! To say you cannot see me here in a library? I can read of course! But I will say that I am getting tired of this place and all these....books. I would never accuse you of such a thing, my sweet. But yes, I'm sure this place would seem quite dull to you. Perhaps you would rather we take a walk in the gardens? Of course. That sound so much more romantic and lovely, however, I am in need of a new cushion for my throne....I saw how you had a feather pillow on yours! How come I cannot have one just like yours! Mine is made out of....leather! Do you expect me to read and learn how to create one? Of course not, though I remind you that it was you that requested a leather seat for your throne. Do you not remember, dearest? We brought in all the leatherworkers in the land, until we found one to your liking.  I don't like it anymore! It reminds me of all the leather back books here in this filthy attic. There is no sunlight or windows here, just pure the smell of mold and paper! Didn't you say that my throne would be forever comfortable like this brown matching chair!? I... I did promise that. Of course I did. Now, now don't cry, you said you wanted a feather chair, what kind of feather would make you happy.