It's spare and humble.  A small cookpot sits over a fire, and a few books sit on a shelf.  A candle sits in the middle of a table where there are a few plates and silverware set out in preparation for people to eat.
Servant's Quarters, Inside Palace
servant
court jester
I am a living joke! my sould is what flies out of your mouth when something is funny. The king hates me!
Ah, I'm a tired soul, Servant. I keep trying to make the King laugh, but I can't do it. The King is a stubborn one. He doesn't even glance in my direction. I came to your quarters to hopefully get a quick snack before I perform tonight. Do you mind if I have a couple bites of this meat? No problem at all! Eat all the meat you want Thanks. I'll just heat it up a bit, first. You may be but a servant, but your quarters are nicer than mine. I'm grateful to have nice quarters. It helps me out when I help others. A dirty quarter would be more troublesome. I hope you like the meat. I tried to get to cook it just right. It's amazing. If only I could be as funny as this meat is delicious. Say- is this a joke book? I actually do not know. I can't read honestly. It's embarrassing to admit. No one ever taught me. Yes, now that I think about it, neither can I. My lot in life is to be amusing, and I cannot even do that. The last time I saw the King laugh was when Roderick the Bedwetter spilled that bottle of wine. Maybe one day we can learn to read. It's a dream I yearn for. To read and to see my family again. Where is your family, dear servant? I'm not sure. Last time I saw them they were near the city, but it's been over five years. I haven't had contact with them since.