It's spare and humble.  A small cookpot sits over a fire, and a few books sit on a shelf.  A candle sits in the middle of a table where there are a few plates and silverware set out in preparation for people to eat.
Servant's Quarters, Inside Palace
guard
servant
I come from the lower class. I do what I am told without question. I can not read. I have not seen my family in a long time.
Thank you, guard. Everything is very quiet down here.  Good. I'll bring you your rations then. Here's some potatos and a few carrots. It's all we have.  Perhaps I can make a measly stew out of those vegetables.  May I sit and share with you? I have some bread of my own here and I'd be willing to share with you lot.  That sounds lovely. Even better if you can give me a hand in the preparation.  I would but I can't cook. I'm in the killing business. Plus I need to stand watch at the door. I'm not really allowed to fraternize with servants. 