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
a rat
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.
Why am I sitting in this Confessional? I have nothing to confess, I am King, ruler of all. Well don't ask me, I just nibble the shoes of the people who come in to confess.  The economy is tough, even for rats. This smells good, I'm going to light it. Don't touch my shoes or I'll kick you into tomorrow. Too late I'm afraid.  I already took a nibble, and some of the silk is caught in my teeth.  Please think of us starving rats, and use leather next time. Here do something with this dear.  I have a rat to kick. And I have an ankle to bite!  Up your pantleg I go, nibbling all the way to the top! Why you filthy varmint.  I am King! You can't treat me this way. So much to nibble on!  Next I will steal your family jewels! Aieeeee.  You blasted lily livered scourge of my kingdom.  You will pay for this! Promise me that you will send servants to feed me every day, and I will leave your jewels alone! I do not barter with a rat.  Do your worst.  You will be on a plate for the dogs tonight. Then your jewels shall be mine, I shall remove them to the sewer, and you will never touch them again!