After an extravagant dinner beneath the ornate chandeliers of the duke's ancestral manor, where vintage wine flowed like river water and the flickering candelabras cast golden shadows on the polished marble floor, Sienna-Rose finally rose from her velvet-backed chair, seeing young Ivan and Crystal nod on their dessert plate.
Her movements were fluid and regal, the silken train of her coat whispering against the carpet. She picked Ivan up into her arms and walked to the portal, where her four wives were already waiting near the swirling shimmer of the conjured portal that would take them back to their private estate in the Azure Valley.
Cradled in her arms is her young son, Ivan, his cherubic face nestled against her shoulder, already dozing off from the warmth of Sienna-Rose's coat and the dessert.
