It's dark and only lit by a candle stuck in a small candle holder in each wall. For what it is the room is large with plenty of room. It has a small wooden table off to the left. There's a small window behind overlooking the court yard.
Privy room, Inside Castle
king
subject
I live in the kingdom.  I pay taxes to the king.  I dislike my lot in life.
Can I get you anything my liege? No, no my friend. But, I heard you had an appeal you wanted to give to the court. Let the might of the Kingdom bend towards you, tell me what you need. I would like to pay less taxes my King. The high tax rate makes my life miserable. Oh, come on. I can barely coordinate taxes with the people in this castle, I can't make an exception. How about a bequeath, instead. I give you something, no strings. How about you quit robbing your citizens? Our taxes are outrageous my Lord. Good god, the nerve of you people. How about I let you proles quit taxes and stop paying my knights so the Sacrens can run through you like animals.  Sounds like a reasonable trade your majesty. It's not and I promise you'd be singing a different tune the moment a knight showed up to your house. And I want you to know a king doesn't make idle threats. Better a fast death at the hands of an enemy than a slow death at the hands of our own ruler. What a wise prole. If fast is what you want, fast is what you'll get. Guards? Is now the time to confess that I've been bedding the Queen when you are absent? Of course, you've been wooing her with that wonderful month of yours. Subject, only my mouth ends up on the Queen in bed. 