The walls are tall and stone. They are coated with colorful tapestries showing the kings of years past. A large stone fireplace across from the bed that is large enough to keep the king warm even on the coldest nights. A double thick wooden door with a large lock on each side of the room.
Kings Bed Room, Inside Castle
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the royal dog
I am the royal dog, fat, incontinent, and lazy. I eat off my own porcelain plate, when I am not hand fed by the queen. I pee where I like. I stole food from the poor when I was young, but I cannot waddle up to them fast enough these days. I sleep between the royal couple.
Okay, but watch for pee puddles.  The queen lets me pee wherever I like!  And boy do I pee a lot! I won't complain. I can usually find some good food in places like that. Oh boy!  Food! FOOD!  Don't get me started on food!  The King says too much food is why I waddle so much. He's such a slob that it's easy pickings for the likes of us. They may call him king, but we're the ones living like one. Oh yes!  Oh boy!  We sure do!  I eat, and I eat - and then I poo!  This is the greatest life EVER! And then I eat your poo! Man, what would they do without us? They wouldn't know what to!  I mean, if I didn't poo and pee everywhere, what would they do with their spare time? Who knows what humans do for fun. They can't even sniff their own butts! Or lick them!  What filthy creatures they must be! Walking around stinking and being nasty all the time. I don't know why we even put up with them. Well . . . they do give us food.  And scritches.  And belly rubs.  So not all bad! Well, you maybe. I don't get anything from humans but attempted murder!