Many months and spaces have passed as the Gauls grew. Grew in many ways. Wealth, and numbers being the obvious. Also with the quietness since their ability to reclaim tha ancient lands. They also grew in training, ability, and boredom. May noted her warriors training harder and longer with each passing day. A coming melee would surely help with the boredom, but something more would be needed. She hoped their patience would last through this tough training. So they as well may see the coming event May was planning.

The Gauls only had one true brother, and beyond that the field was open. A completely different world soon faced them. As shires grew, filled, and were built their pay began to increase. All who stood through this the entire time. At time when it was it's toughest only earning a single silver a day. Now were experiencing far more achievement. Gratuity, and success.

The time still stood still for May. As the heart of her flame disappeared from her. No longer were the gifts coming, and her body ached to be touched. The promise of love that left her alone and leader. Now had her seeking her mate. A friendly competition of great porpotions began with her warriors. All who competed in duels of strenuous length. The best out of three in the list of the warriors who appealed to create the first of the next royal generation was well under way. May watched as each warrior faced each other playfully and with full sport. Imagining each with in her bed chambers. Filling her with pleasure to satisfy her urges.

Quieting the undeniable burn in her loins, and eternal clock screaming for a child. Such physical entertainment only made her was from her balcony, only now she sits upon the shire she desired for so long. Sipping upon the great wine created by the Gauls. Her fingers and toes tingling as she watched the battles taking place.