"Honey, we've discussed this many times. You both are not from the Brahmana caste, nor are a descendant of a king. How could I possibly do that? Give the position to your older cousin?"
"You are the king," said Tirta Asri, who had a hard time accepting her husband's reasoning. "Everyone in this country will obey whatever you say. And I guess, making Leyman your right hand is not that difficult."
"Honey…" Shaswita Sena brought his wife's head to his chest, gently caressing her head. "Can we not talk about this anymore? The position currently held by Leyman is the best for him, with his achievements, he will get a higher place."
"Tch! You don't love me!"
"Hey, don't say that," Shaswita Sena tightened his arms around his wife. "Didn't I tell you, I love you more than my other two wives? Otherwise, there's no way I'd marry you, my dear, making you my best queen."
"But–"
