The room contained only two chairs and, in the center, a raised confessional booth. Around half a meter off the ground, a square opening had been cut into the booth wall, covered with a fine mesh screen that made visibility almost nonexistent.
Under normal circumstances, a priest or nun would sit inside that booth, listening to the prayers or confessions of the faithful.
But given the current sensitive situation, it was obvious that the elderly nun had brought them here with a different purpose in mind.
The third princess tapped lightly on the wooden wall surrounding the confessional to make sure no one was inside. Only once she confirmed it was empty did she sit down in one of the chairs.
Alan could barely hold back anymore and spoke up. "Third Princess, I…"
"Shhh!"
She suddenly raised her index finger to her lips, motioning for silence.
"Rosalia," she whispered.
"Remember, there's no Third Princess of the kingdom here. Just the daughter of a merchant—Rosalia."
