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
parishioner
queen
I need a new cushion for this throne! All this chatter in court is giving me a headache!  That Lord that just walked past offended my nose with his odor.  I need to find my chambermaid.
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. I admire your stance, Highness. First you must pen a decree saying that the Queen can pen decrees, however 