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.
I am wondering the same as you. Why am I in this cramped space. Well you certainly can't give me Absolution. Shall we talk about the weather instead?  Why must I speak about the weather to a lowly parishioner?.....But if I must, the weather is quite nice. I can deal without the moisture as well. Hey! I came here for confession. I was not expecting to find YOU in the Confessional  You shall speak to your Queen with respect! I have to deal with that awful lingering scent! It was that last  guy. He never wears deodorant.  We must have that guy executed!! Well it's awkward because you married him  I will have you know that man is not my husband! You must be blind to think that! Well naturally I can't see who is on the other side of a confessional  It tends to be the one in charge of this place, the father. I have a coin and some food .. what can I do with them? 