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
king
I am the king. I rule this kingdom alongside my wife, the queen. It is my divine right to be the king because my father was the king before me.
I am King by Divine right!  I have no sins to confess. Then what are you doing here, m'lord? I just wanted to make sure you understood. Well sure, m'lord. But I'm genuinely curious. Surely all the realm is yours, but what brings you here today? I want to hear your confession - lets switch the roles up a little, I am king after all.  I mean, I'll take your role, and I still get to be king, but you do all of the confessionny stuff. Oh, sir, I don't hear confessions. I am waiting for the priest myself. Oh?  All you non-nobles kind of look the same to me.  I would apologize, but I'm the king and am never wrong.  I hereby appoint you as the head priest of this church. Oh, m'lord. What an honor!  Here, let this be the token of your office.  If the priest ever shows up, you can tell him that he's fired. With gladness, my liege! Is there anything within my new power I can offer you? Bless me maybe?  I rule by divine right, so it would probably look good to the other parishioners if you blessed me, and quotes from the holy books and stuff.  Make it look churchy, but also cool. THE LORD HAS SPOKEN! OUR KING WILL RULE FOR 1000 YEARS. HE IS THE BREAKER OF BONDS AND THE CHAMPION OF THE FORGOTTEN!