"Are you happy now?" asked the king while stroking his wife's back after the palace maid had left their room. "Honey?"
"I'm sorry for yelling at you, honey," said Shaswita Sari and then leaned her head on her husband's shoulder. "I hope you don't get mad at me."
"No, my dear," Ulamhari kissed his wife's head. "I can understand your fear, it's all for your family, I understand that."
"Thank you."
"Hey," Ulamhari lifted his wife's face by touching her chin. He smiled and said, "You want to try again?"
Well, Ulamhari did crave a child, a descendant of his blood. It doesn't matter if it's a girl or a boy. So far, he still hasn't managed to get a single one. Neither did his other two wives, though, according to palace physicians, the king was not an impotent man.
