As they entered the grand dining room, Sienna-Rose gracefully glided towards her wives, her movements fluid and elegant. One by one, she tenderly took each of their hands, pressing a gentle kiss to the backs before leaning in to place a soft peck on their cheeks.
"My dear, how was your day?" The sorceress asked them one by one and listened to each one of them seriously, her tone warm and affectionate.
Penelope, the Duchess, couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as she watched the intimate exchange. The level of care and devotion Sienna-Rose displayed was something she had rarely, if ever, experienced with her own husband, Jason. Their marriage, after all, had been a political alliance, void of the romantic passion that now unfolded before her eyes.
