The Last Queen

Subhadra roamed the empty corridors of the women's chambers as she let her mind wander to the corridor of memories. She had been to the city just twice. Once when her husband brought her to meet her mother-in-law. The next time she came to take the blessings of Queen-Mother Kunti before departing for Dwarka, her native kingdom. It was just after the fateful game of dice had played will all of their lives. It had sealed the fate of the entire world.

Although who was she to complain? God had executed his well-meant plans. Even if it demanded the sacrifice of her only son,endangering her daughter-in-law and grandson.

From a very young age she had been taught the behaviour expected of a good queen, the skills to discharge all duties. She hadn't required them very much until now. She had been shielded by her husband almost as much as her brothers. No major conflict scarred her life. Losing a son to battles, well,battles were a staple for royalty, she had been prepared for the losses. And finally, she had got the chance to control the entire household.

But what good it was? Who would she prove her skills to? She had the greatest power in the nation, being the regent for young Parikshit and yet the fear lurked.

She was alone.