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.
Forgive me Father for I have .. hey, why are there a King and Queen here? 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.