Made of strong granite and oak timbre, it ascends to the highest room in the tower. The granite glitters in the light from the torches that line the walls. The oak is sleek and coated in a glistening protectant.
A spiral staircase, Inside Tower
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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.
Fair well, my good fellow. Great thanks for asking. And how fares today's watch?  Nothing unusual, Sire. The expected assassination attempts. And your daughter managed to escape the castle again this morning. There's naught new then. That girl is too much like her mother, I fear. Perhaps, good Sir, you may have some words of wisdom for how best to deal with her insolence?  If I only knew, my Lord. I fear I do not have the wisdom you do - my advice is rather worthless.  Hmm... mayhaps a royal decree for all fair maids to be kept locked within their chambers from dusk till dawn? Ahh, but I know already that would be a waste of good parchment! I rule over this entire kingdom, but cannot lord over my own offspring. Pray tell me her brother at least shows better judgment?  Forgive my saying it, my Lord, but I fear the Crown Prince is perhaps too meek for his own good. He shares none of his sister's insolence, but he rarely leaves his chambers save to seek out dinner. Fair enough, Sir. You speak truly! Ofttimes I wonder what is to become of this kingdom when I step down. Tis a shame the lad shares not of his grandfather's temperament. Now, there was a ruler of renown! Under his rule the realm prospered and peace abounded!   If only your son had the spirit of your daughter, my Lord! It would suit a woman well to have the prince's disposition. And your daughter's strength of character could prove to well-suit a king. The lad knows nothing, I fear. Mayhaps I shall sentence him to the Night's Watch, and her to the Water Gardens for a spell. At least then I might get a peaceful night's sleep, eh?  You speak wisely, my liege. The Night's Watch may shape your son into a man worthy of your throne. Aye! Perhaps a fortnight at The Wall would serve him good! Mind you, we're might as like to find the lad holed up in Mole's Town with a bit of tart, rather than hard at training as he should be.  I've heard tell that the tarts in Mole's Town are unparalleled. I wouldn't entirely blame the lad if he found himself hiding there.