𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 - 𝐌𝐎𝐌

★彡[ 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘈𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 ]彡★

In the majestic kingdom of Hastinapur, a realm steeped in the echoes of antiquity, the weight of tradition and the echoes of power reverberated through its very heart. The city's grandeur was unmatched, its legacy unbroken, and its people, both noble and common, were bound by a shared allegiance to the ancient throne.

Yet, as the sun began to set on an era of singular rule, a transformation of profound consequence stirred within the walls of the kingdom. The throne, which had been the symbol of unity for generations, now found itself flanked by representatives of two venerable dynasties.

Each royal fraction had its own vision, its own path, but it was the common folk who suffered most.

The hearts of the common people ached, for the kingdom had been their anchor. They longed for the stability of old, when the world made sense. Their dreams were now haunted by uncertainty, and their lives cast in the shadow of a fractured realm .

In the dimly lit court, the commoners gathered, their hearts heavy, their souls in turmoil. They needed answers, they needed hope, and most of all, they needed to be heard.

With an air of humility and respect, a citizen begins , " Oh, Sovereign of the Sacred Land, we approach your exalted presence to share our apprehensions about the recent shift in leadership ."

In earnest concurrence, another adds, " Indeed, Your Highness, our lives has become entangled in the threads of discord, as conflicting decrees have sown seeds of confusion amongst us, leaving us in a quandary about which path to tread ."

Eloquent and unwavering, the Royal spokesperson assured the frustrated crowd

" O people of Hastinapur! Know this each and every decision taken by council is in the best interest of Hastinapur. Pray keep your trust in the royal assembly as before . "

Concerned and earnest, a common voice is raised, "Yet, we, the humble inhabitants of this venerable land, find ourselves ensnared in this ideological tempest. Our agrarian pursuits suffer under the fluctuating winds of agricultural policies, and our enterprises groan beneath the weight of capricious taxations ."

" Your Highness, what we beseech is a sanctuary of serenity and the clear beacon of a stable future, for the division of power we witness now casts a long shadow of doubt over our lives ."  Pleaded the commoners

As the citizens raise their concerns, the ambience in the court of Hastinapur becomes increasingly fraught with apprehension. The two noble houses exchange weighted glances.

But it was not the pleas of their subjects that bothered them. Beneath the veneer of concern, their true motivations lay elsewhere.

Dhritarashtra, his blind eyes betraying no emotion, began the discussion with a feigned sense of responsibility.

"We must address the people's concerns, but we must also ensure the prosperity of our kingdom ," he said.

Pandu, not one to be outdone, chimed in, his voice smooth with calculated charm.

"Indeed , dear brother," he said, "we should find a way to appease the commoners while ensuring that our treasury remains robust. Perhaps a slight reduction in taxes, but not too much, so that our own finances remain secure ."

The ministers, ever eager to curry favor with the royals, nodded in agreement. They saw an opportunity to benefit from the situation, and their loyalty to the crown was overshadowed by their personal ambitions.

Pandu's inner circle discussed how their noble efforts could translate into wealth and influence. "By presenting ourselves as champions of the people, we can secure their unwavering loyalty, ensuring our grip on the throne ," one advisor mused