Its hot, the fire glows as it prepares to accept new iron to be melted down. The forge is large and contained by a stone like well. Nearby his wooden workbench is full of hammers and tongs used for making several items. The forge is outside it seems no building is needed to be a blacksmith.
Black Smiths shop, Town
king
wife
I was married off by my family about five years ago. I spend my days cooking and cleaning so my husband will have something to eat when he returns from his work and can enjoy a clean home. I love my husband dearly because he works very hard to provide for us.
Ah, y-your Highness! I wasn't expecting you to be coming for the sword yourself.  My husband's the blacksmith here; he just went to the village for an errand. I can't believe you mean to keep me waiting. Have you anything to offer the king for this inconvenience? Well, if you'll forgive me for being impertinent, my King, there is the heavy tax that you imposed just this past season.  We've naught too much else. But really, isn't everything you have already mine? I am the king.  Pardon me, your Lordship, but those tongs were, um, just in the fire... that iron stays hot for a while... I knew that, I meant to burn my hand! I did it on purpose. Don't be so naive. Of course... most wise King... of course... Your wisdom is widely known throughout the land. Now, show me your first aid kit. I need to make sure this shop is up to code. Oh, hot-hothothot..!  Where's your husband? I can tell you my father never had to wait for a blacksmith before. I find it offensive. Your father was a great man.  He never had a harsh word for anyone and was a kind ruler.  It is astonishing, indeed, that you remember him when you act in such a contrary way. I can't tell if I should be offended by that. Are you insulting me? 