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 distressed. My wife fell and hurt her back. Oh no, I will pray for the Queen. Is there anything else I can do? No, no. I just came to burn some incense here now that I finished my confession. That is good my King, glad to see you care about your soul. Ah yes, it's critical to know God in your life, even as King! God is everything.  Can you please pray for the Queen? Absolutly my king, what is the matter? I told you - she fell and hurt herself. oh, I didn't realize that was what you were talking about. I'm so sorry king, where is my head at today I should say so! Please always remember the Queen in your prayers! I really hope she is ok, was it a large fall?