Bolson had been- to use the queen's word -chewing on that one since it was brought up. "Well, it hardly needs the sturdiness an outside window would need. The inside hardly has harsh winds blowing rain against it for hours on end, after all."
He tapped his chin. "Being an inside window, my first inclination would be to hand the job to you and have you get fancy with it, as one of its primary jobs is to let in light from the overhead chandelier in here. But security was mentioned, and I suppose colored or frosted glass would hinder that."
Then he shook his head. "I'm afraid I've never had to worry about something as important as security for a royal, I could hardly say if it would be out of place or not for certain." He looked at the queen. "Unfortunately, the captain of the royal guard isn't here to give his input. At least on his window. I do have an idea that would compromise between beauty and function, though. It depends on how set your heart is on your outside window and your inside window matching."