Just under 5 years were taken to build the resort. It was a 2 story building with several big rooms for lodging. Downstairs was a nice receptionist center, fireplace, kitchen dining hall, armory for weapons, kennel for dogs brought in, bait room, and a room for trophies. The village we had made upgraded to a small town thanks to the supplies and money brought by the Whites. They were making their money back by doing trade exclusively to us. That got them cheap lumber and other goods. We also outright bought the luxury goods they had on them. The crowning achievement of our town were the public sauna and bathhouse. They were in opposite ends of town. Prostitutes worked at the bathhouse to fuck men after bathing them for an optional extra fee. Due to my explanation of the health benefits, it was kept family friendly. The Swifthearts would have it no other way. There was a common wing and a noble wing for the sauna. They had pushed the limits of their skills to make the noble wing beautiful with ornate furniture, carved statues and polished wooden walls. I was noble.
Keeping things under schedule was great. The king had given us 10 years to get it done. Either he really was not in the slightest bit interested in the land actually being developed, or he had no clue how long these things took. I guessed some perspectives could be flawed. Grand cathedrals took decades. We just needed a hunting lodge and resort town. The town had shops, a chapel to pray in, a market, a theatre, an inn, a musician's stage and a tiny park with a playground for children, houses to live in and a manor for the Swifthearts to reside in. The attendant knights also got big homes, but so did the builders. I fought hard for that. My constituents loved me. So much so a builder offered me his daughter to marry. She was alright looking in my opinion. I decided to settle and get married. I was a criminal raised to knighthood. I was also here in this area. Noblewomen were beyond me. Centaur children roamed the town as well. Argaia was putting in work. It took 11 months for a centaur pregnancy. Each male had 2 with another on the way. Brownflanks. Agamos bumped me.
Lakones was being mean to him. Again. Agamos was the oldest son of Enetes. I was honestly surprised when he had the same markings as his father. "I thought it was war paint." I said. He rolled his eyes. "That's just my fur. If we were using different pigments they would be red or green. Those are for ceremonial duels for leadership though." he explained. Lakones was Casone's first son. Seeing Lakones trying to hide around a corner, I just shook my head. "You! Come here." I commanded. He then flinched walked over slowly. I flicked him on the ear. That was a very sensitive spot for them. "I told you not to bully the others. Roughhousing is fun, but you have to respect the wishes of others. When others tell you to stop it, you have to stop. Don't make me tell you this again. I'll flick both ears next time." I warned. He covered both his ears as he galloped off. I then turned to Agamos. "You have to try to make better choices. Lakones is very aggressive. I know all of you like to roughhouse, but you need to either find other playmates or stick to it until the end." I told him.