The news of the death of King Shaswita Sena made the Young Queen of Irisana, Shaswita Sari, grieve. She wept in her room, she had been crying like that for hours, accompanied by her husband, King Ulamhari, and their four palace maids.
"He's the only relative I have," cried the queen who was sitting on her bed, hiding her face between her knees. "Now, there's not a single relative of mine left."
"My dear," Ulamhari gently rubbed his wife's back. "Everything has happened, please don't be sad this deep. We can't possibly go against the fate of the Gods and Goddess upon humans."
"You speak as you please!" Shaswita Sari raised her face which was wet with tears, looking sharply at her husband. "It wasn't you who lost, but I…!"
"Honey," Ulamhari did not want to go against his wife's words.
However, the king understood the grief of his wife who had just lost the last relative she had. Of course, this brought deep and great sorrow to the queen herself.
