Chapter 147: The Queen's Justice
In the grand throne room of Kampalyam, Draupadi sat on her magnificent diamond-encrusted throne, surrounded by ministers, kings, and queens from far and wide. Her eyes were sharp, filled with the authority of a queen who had seen the world’s hardships and injustices. Before her stood a trembling king, accused of divorcing his loyal wife for the sake of beauty, a shallow act that dishonored the sacred vows of marriage.
Without hesitation, Draupadi rose from her throne, her voice echoing through the hall. "How dare you abandon your wife for such a vain reason? Marriage is not merely about beauty—it is a bond of loyalty, respect, and love. You have insulted not only your wife but the very essence of what it means to be a husband."
Before the king could respond, Draupadi stepped forward and, with a swift motion, slapped him across the face. The sound of her palm striking his cheek reverberated through the throne room. The king’s face bore the red imprint of Draupadi’s palm, a stinging reminder of the consequences of his disgraceful actions.
The entire court fell silent. The king, humiliated, dared not meet Draupadi's eyes, his head hanging low in shame.
In the background, the Pandavas, who had been watching intently, exchanged nervous glances. Yudhishthira whispered to his brothers, "Her sense of justice is fierce today. We must be careful not to cross her."
Bhima nodded in agreement, whispering back, "If she can leave a mark like that on a king, imagine what she could do to us if we anger her."
Arjuna smirked slightly, though his voice carried a note of caution as he added, "It’s best we stay on her good side. Draupadi’s wrath is not something any of us want to experience."
Nakula and Sahadeva both agreed, nodding silently. They all admired her strength but respected her power just as much.
As Draupadi returned to her throne, she glanced at the Pandavas and, seeing their cautious expressions, couldn't help but smile slightly. She knew they respected her authority, and it only strengthened the bond of love and trust between them.
With her usual grace, she addressed the court once more, making it clear that justice would always be served in Kampalyam, no matter the rank or title of those who stood before her.
