Cormac sat down as indicated, settling himself in for a proper confession. He took out his bible, laying his hand upon it, and breathed deeply. It was at times such as these that he could feel the Lord working through him, feel His love and forgiveness for all of His children. It humbled him, something he had sorely needed after his noble upbringing.
"I am indeed aware of the Prince's predilections, though I don't know who shares his bed. It cannot be easy to be aware of such happenings under the roof where you live." He reached out to take her hand, the one that still held the rosary, between both of his. "We are all sinful in our hearts, my Lady. Even I, who ministers to you, am not without my sin. Yet you know of yours, you admit it freely to yourself and to God. Only by fully giving yourself over to His love can you begin to find forgiveness for your sins and for hers."
His face turned soft, compassionate. "Trust in Him, that He has a plan for us all. Even the truly wicked have lessons to learn, and they will learn them. The Prince and his mistress will no doubt learn that there is a price to pay for their transgressions, and God will not allow their sins to go unpunished. Also trust that He has a plan for you, that He will not give you any more than you can handle. He loves you and wants you to trust in Him."