On a rainy night, a priest was travelling and steps after steps he arrived at the capital, what was supposed to be a quiet rainy night turned into a night filled with the screams and rage of the citizens, the priest who was curious walked into the source of the sound, upon arriving he was met with a crowd of people anger towards a certain person, the priest walked into the crowd to see who the certain person was, the priest gasped at the sight
"Oh my lord.. "
The priest suprised gasp was let out as he saw the certain person was the youngest princess of the kingdom, there the princess was standing on a public trial, there the princess plea for justice was heard
"No! I didn't kill the crown prince! "
The princess plea for her innocence wasnt taken by anyone as it drowns in the countless curses and shouts of the enraged citizens. The axe was about to be swung down as the trial is over but then a priest shouted the word stop. The executioner and the judges stopped for a brief moment to see the source of the voice, it was a priest wearing a robe, the priest stepped forward, his voice calm but firm.
"By the laws of this kingdom and the mercy of the divine, I invoke the Right of Sanctity. This woman—princess or not—has not been granted her final confession, nor has she been given the chance to repent before the gods. To execute her now would be to damn not only her soul but also those who carry out this sentence without heed to sacred tradition."
A murmur rippled through the crowd. Some citizens shifted uncomfortably, their rage momentarily checked by superstition and fear of divine wrath.
One of the judges scowled. "The trial is over. The verdict stands."
The priest's gaze was unyielding. "Then let it be delayed only until dawn. If, by then, no evidence of her innocence arises, let the sentence be carried out with the gods' blessing. But if the heavens themselves intervene… would you risk their wrath by denying her this last rite?"
The executioner lowered his axe slightly, looking to the judges for guidance. The crowd's fury had faltered—some now whispered of omens, of curses that befell those who spilled blood without proper rites.
After a tense silence, the chief judge relented with a sharp wave of his hand. "Very well. She has until dawn. But no longer."
As the princess was dragged back to her cell, her eyes met the priest's,grateful but also burning with a desperate question
"Who are you?"
And in the shadows of the square, unseen by the mob, the priest's smiled and said
"I'm just a wandering priest who seeks for the truth"