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 hope I can be forgiven of my many sins.... I too hope my sins can be forgiven dear king It's been many a day since I've set foot in here.  I can only hope that a sinner's prayer can be heard. I am here everyday. This rat is even my friend. I believe that giving him coins is good luck.  I wonder if I came every day, the rat would be my friend, too.  I don't have friends, only...subjects and sycophants. I would be your friend, but I am not worthy. You could find a friend in God maybe  I remember someone telling me that as a child - that I would always have a friend in Him.  Maybe that's what it was that led me to come here today. I am a quiet person myself, but I take comfort in Jesus as my friend always Ahhh, to know that kind of peace.   Can I suggest the book of Luke if you are feeling particularly lonely today? Thank you, kind sir.  I'll be sure to read and think upon it while I am here. what do you think that weird smell is your majesty? 