"Come on, honey," said the king, hugging his wife's waist from behind. He kissed his wife's shoulder. "You don't need to be jealous like that. Didn't Daryaseta also hug you? And I'm not jealous at all."
"Never mind, do not mince words in front of me," said the queen. "We know that Queen of Daksina was your lover when you were young."
"But that was before, honey," the king tried to persuade his wife. "Now, you are my lover, my wife, the queen of my heart."
The queen turned around hiding her smile. She likes to be praised like that. But this time, she didn't want to show that she was pleased with her husband's words.
"Enough of your seduction," she said. "Now, rest. Don't you have a lot of things to do tomorrow morning?"
"All right, all right," said the king.
The queen crawled first onto the bed while the king was undressing.
