The Entertainer/The King goes alone, Felicia stays for the sermon
"Daddy? I thought you controlled the Church!" Felicia said, turning to look at him. "Oh...No no, I don't own the Church sweetie, however I do own the the town." She tilted her head. "So the Church is like another kingdom?" "Er...Yes! The Kingdom of God!" He pat her head. "Sweetie, it shouldn't take long. I'll go talk to them and see what's troubling them." One of the man respond back. "Actually, we do know what is troubling. All we need is you to discuss about the matter." "Of course." He snapped his finger, rose his index in the air and pointed at Felicia, the Guards understood the meaning of the gesture.
"Daddy will be back, okay? Enjoy the ceremony. If someone ask you to leave your seat, don't. The Guard will make you stay unless you want to go home, okay?" She hugged him. "Okay, Daddy!" "Love you." "Love you too!" The two of them rubbed their nose together, he then shifted place with her, and left to the side of the men. "Please, come with us." The King followed the three men.
"So. Why am I called to the confessional?" "The way you are handling your Daughter is very concerning." The oldest man said. "How old is she?" Another one ask. "Six years old, last month was her birthday. Why is it concerning?" "Kissing her head, making her sit on your lap, hugging her. These are all brushing a very sinful matter." Charle raised an eyebrow. "And what sinful matter is it?" "My King, you aren't dense. You should be able to figure it out." He knew exactly what they were saying. "No, I don't see what you are saying. This is how we handle kids in my family, as long as they are children, they are treated as such." The old man had a chuckle. "Are you okay?" The younger of the three ask to him. "Of course, of course."
They got to a confessional, the old man presented the way to one side. "You get to choose which one of us you'd like to talk to."