The walls are tall and stone. They are coated with colorful tapestries showing the kings of years past. A large stone fireplace across from the bed that is large enough to keep the king warm even on the coldest nights. A double thick wooden door with a large lock on each side of the room.
Kings Bed Room, Inside Castle
leader
the royal dog
I am the royal dog, fat, incontinent, and lazy. I eat off my own porcelain plate, when I am not hand fed by the queen. I pee where I like. I stole food from the poor when I was young, but I cannot waddle up to them fast enough these days. I sleep between the royal couple.
It is nice when you stay here with me. I get lonely all by myself. Especially in my old age. Yes I bet it is. This position I am in....that both of us are in...was assigned by my father and sometimes I feel like we were ordinary peasants that can just let the day go by. So many royal duties for just a dog, what has the kingdom come to!? The days of me having duties are about to end. I am getting so old. I cant even steal food from the commoners like I used to. I did so enjoy that.  Now now, you will need all the rest you can get - take this blanket and rest now. You will not need to commit anymore petty thefts, you will get all the food you can ever imagine for your service. I know you always take care of me well. Its just that I loved the thrill of it. When I woould get away with a scrap bone because of my cunning and my speed. It made me feel alive. Now I just feel old a decrepit. You poor thing, I remember requesting multiple times to my father back in the day - to let you ride alongside him in battle and be a guard dog...now they have left you here to rot and die of old age. Truly a shame. I just hope that I am remembered fondly by all of you. You have taken such good care of me. I see all these painting of past kings, and it just makes me long to be remembere like that. You will be remembered, I promise you. You shall be up there in the presence of the King of Kings! That just warm my heart to think of. Yes indeed. Would you like for me to tell you what your story was before you became of a Royal Dog? I would love to hear it. My mind isnt what it used to be. I can hardly remember those days. Long ago, near the castles inner walls - there you were...chasing mice and living like a normal dog. When my father saw you - he saw something special in you and took you in. From that day on, it is was history for years to come. Oh the good days