"Okay, calm down, my Nephew," Shakuni said, grabbing his shoulders. His tone softened a bit as he explained. "Listen to me carefully. You have nothing to worry about. That false sympathy would disappear from people's minds by the time you turn 16. As for Bheeshma, he might be living away from the throne, but he is still bound by the oath. He won't be able to lay a finger on you or your father as long as your father becomes the King, the true King."
"What do you mean? How could my father become the King when Uncle Pandu is al..." Duryodhana furrowed his brows, staring at his uncle. In the next instant, a smile appeared on his face in realization. "Are you sure?"
Shakuni's smile widened. "Just wait a couple of days."
A couple of days passed in a blur, and soon, the time for the Junior World Tournament had arrived.
