The room is a small box, composed of sharply cut stone. The room is uncomfortably small, and filled with a lingering scent of something unfamiliar to the occupants.
Confessional, Inside Church
queen
parishioner
I go to church every week.  I am a parishioner of a Catholic church.  I pray to thank my God.
Your Royal Highness Yes, quite. I hope I do not intrude?  By the gods, this incense is making my nose run. Do hurry up. It's marijuana, Highness. The priest's little habit  And what, pray tell is that? A herb, Highness. People smoke it to relax  I must have one for my chambers. You've been most helpful.  You might want to conceal that from the King, Highness.  And why is that? Some people .. disapprove, Highness Outrageous! I will pen a new decree on the matter. People should relax whenever they want. Unless it interferes with their productivity, of course.