"How dare you bring such a creature before me!" Dritashtra's deep voice boomed through the chamber, causing the ornate tapestries on the walls to quiver. His blind eyes, though unable to see, radiated fury as he sat on his throne, his massive frame straining against the ancient wood.

Gandhari, the beautiful and devoted queen, remained silent by his side, her own eyes hidden behind a strip of fabric. The sight of her pain was a constant reminder of the one thing she hadn't been able to give him - an heir. His younger brother's recent addition to the lineage was a knife twisted deep in his pride.