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
servant
king
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.
"Ah, servant. Help me put on this armor." Yes, my King, here let me help you.  "It's a difficult process, but a second person makes it so much easier" I would just like to hug your body before you put on any armor.  "I, uh... Well, thank you, servant. That's... very kind of you. But could you get that clasp in the back, now? At the shoulder?" You mean this long pointy thing right here?  "No, no. That's just a decorative sword." I am sorry my king, I am not a smart servant. I wish to see my family. Let me help with the rest of your armor.  "Your family? Have you not gotten to see them?" After I drank a barrel of beer, I could not afford to pay the bar tender. I was sent to prison and forced to be a servant to pay off my debt. I have no idea what happened to my family.  "Ah, well. You've been a good servant, I'll see about getting you a chance to see your family" You are such a wise and gracious King! That armor looks amazing on you. Are you off to battle?