"I would like for you to come back to Ayodhya, Sita," Rama said. His luxurious silken robes lay in stark contrast to the simple orange garb that Sita wore. "We can rule together with our two princes," he continued. "My only condition would be that you undergo another trial by fire."
Hold on. This is simply unacceptable....
Let me back up a little bit and introduce myself. I am Bhumi, the Goddess Earth, and mother of Sita. I sustain all life, and I am the reason you are all here today. You've all probably seen me in full: luscious green trees, mildew, roaring rivers, destructive storms...it's all me. I've been keeping an eye on my daughter ever since she was born and adopted by the generous King Janaka of Mithila, who found her in a furrow while he was plowing (hence her name). I've never seen anyone sweeter and more loving than her, and I've been showing her my love and support all along.
I also initially liked her husband, Rama. He's an avatar of Vishnu, the great protector of the universe, here to destroy evil and restore dharma to the cosmos. He seemed like a nice boy; he really cared for my daughter, and they loved each other. He spent years trekking to rescue her when she was kidnapped by the crooked Ravana - that, I admit, takes dedication.
This all changed after he actually rescued her, though. He not only questioned her fidelity, but made her undergo a trial by fire just so she could return with him to Ayodhya. But, as if that wasn't enough, he heard rumors being spread by foolish townsmen and exiled her again - this time, several months pregnant with their two twins! She raised those boys all on her own in the forest, and that man has the audacity now to come and request another trial by fire?
I think he seems to forget who I am and what I'm capable of.
Here's a picture of me, Bhumi, the Earth in personification. Source.