This is a small, dark, confined wooden space with a divider that separates the priest taking the confession and the church goer.  There is a small seat on each side so that they can take their time discussing their sins.
Confessions room, Inside Church
worshipper
king
I am a king of the whole empire. I give rules and pursuit them. I am brave and fearless.
Sad, I have a confession to make to the priest when he returns. Oh dear, I suppose even a king commits sins. Oh so many!  It is a dirty business keeping a Kingdom from being overrun. I cannot even imagine the burden placed upon you. Just last night I had to authorize another culling of Turtle-folk.  They have been eating travelers on pilgrimage in recent months. How unfortunate, surely god would not judge you for protecting your people though? Well, here's the thing - because of the orcish blockade, the small folk are starving.  Turtle-folk stew can ward off starvation for the poor.  So it is both a noble act, and a terrible one at the same time. I see, but at the same time they have been attacking... Fair enough - but I never even bothered to negotiate, just sent the Dragonriders in to roast their villages.  Saved more of my people's lives at the cost of theirs. Heavy is the head that wears the crown it seems, tough choices are a plenty. Indeed.  So what brings you here citizen, now that I have burdened you with my troubles? It is no burden at all my king, I have simply come to worship. It is my purpose for being.