The changes in Sienna-Rose aren't loud or dramatic. They came quietly, like the shifting of tides or the slow drifting of clouds, barely noticeable at first, yet impossible to ignore once you paid attention. And her wives noticed. They always did.
It began with the way Sienna-Rose would fall into long silences, her eyes fixed on something that wasn't there, something no one else could see. At first, they thought she was simply tired. After all, running an estate that large, let alone one brimming with magic, creatures, and a dragon egg, would wear down even the strongest woman.
But then the stillness became a pattern. Sienna-Rose started wandering. Not with purpose, but with quiet restlessness. From morning until the light faded, Sienna-Rose would walk around the estate in wide, absent circles.
