The temple is massive and beautiful. It was made for the king that is said to be of the gods. The decorations come from only the most luxurious vendors in the world. Inside the temple there are many ancient artifacts that are used in rituals. The decorations are made of gold and shiny things.
Inside the temple, Inside Temple
king
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.
Yes, milord, I shall do as you command. Where is my Queen?  She is . . .err . . .visiting . . . I mean . . . *cough* discussing poetry with Sir James the Rose in his private chamber. Take this coin to Sir James and tell them both to join me here immediately. Ahhhh . . . I was commanded directly by, the err, the Queen that she and Sir James were not to be disturbed.  And that no matter what sounds came from his chamber, I was not to enter before the stroke of midnight. You dare defy your King? Go NOW! Yes my King!  Though I confess, at this hour she may possibly also be in the Chamber of Sir Greg the Large, or Sir Larry the Loud, or even in the Chambers of the High Priest!  She does love so to . . . discuss poetry in the evenings sir. Find other servants and find her! And tell whoever she is with to come as well.  *Fifty seven minutes later*  My King, may I present to you her Majesty the King, Thirteen of your Royal Knights, Seven Priests of the Temple, The Elvish Ambassador, Your Stable Boy, and Your brother. What is the meaning of this?!! Ummm . . . I believe there has been an outburst of . . .poetry in the err, chambers of this castle milord. It would seem, that I, the rightful King of this Kingdom is being made the fool! This glorious temple was made by the gods, in preparation for my birth! Am I to be insulted by my Queen and all my Kingdom in it?