Daryaseta brought Amira the Queen of Uttara to the backyard of his palace. A small area which is still part of the royal garden, east side. In that section are large boulders of ancient stone, the earliest remnants of the material to build the magnificent palace itself.
"Do you know?" said the King of Daksina while hugging Amira from behind, he kissed her neck and shoulders. He even deliberately bumped his genitals which had been strained under his pants into the cleavage of the queen's ass. "Daksina Palace was the first palace built by the ancestor of Prayanagara among the early Seven Kingdoms."
Amira sighed softly with Daryaseta's affectionate treatment.
"Hmm, Darya…" said the Queen of Uttara with a sweet smile on her lips, also half-closed eyes to enjoy Daryaseta's fondling. "You didn't bring me here just to hear the origin story of the Daksina Kingdom, did you?"