"Hold your positions. If anyone tries to look or listen to anything they shouldn't, I will personally gouge out their eyes."
Doran declared firmly to his men, who shuddered at the warning.
As Ethan had ordered, they positioned themselves a little over a kilometer away and then spread out, sealing off the entire area.
If their Lord wanted to relax alone with his wives, then he would relax alone with his wives.
Unaware of Doran's orders, Ethan let himself unwind completely, gazing at the horizon while the pleasant breeze swept against his face.
He planned to turn much of that place into a port in the future, though he would set aside one stretch to be a public beach for his people and a second to be a private one, where he would eventually build a palace.
It was a somewhat silly dream, given how far he was from having the means to achieve it, but dreaming wasn't a crime.
As a Lord, he would always need to plan every future step in one way or another.
"Ah…"
