“Oh! I forgot—we’ll have a guest today!” Olivia gasped as they returned to the estate, realization dawning on her.
“Who?” Sienna-Rose inquired, arching an eyebrow.
“When you were at the mine, we received a letter from Duke Lysander. He wants to come here with his wife and children,” Olivia explained, a hint of concern creeping into her voice.
“Oh, don’t worry about the accommodations. I’ve already had Simmons prepare three rooms on the first floor for them,” Claire assured, giving Olivia a reassuring nod.
“Haley and I have taken care of the food and anything else they might need,” Sophia added, her tone confident.
“And the wine—they’re definitely here for the wine,” Olivia chimed in, her expression shifting between excitement and anxiety.
Sienna-Rose smiled, glancing at the clock.
“So, how many hours do we have until they arrive?”
Before any of her wives could respond, Simmons appeared before them, breathless and urgent.
“Pardon me, my lord, but Duke Lysander is already in the city. He will arrive at the estate in thirty minutes.”
“No!” Olivia exclaimed in panic, her mind racing.
She had completely forgotten about the duke’s arrival and felt woefully unprepared.
“Thirty minutes? Okay, does anyone have a dress ready to wear?” Sienna-Rose asked gently, trying to quell the rising tide of panic among her wives.
“Yes! But thirty minutes isn’t enough time for us to get ready!” Claire exclaimed, her voice laced with urgency.
“Get all the dresses here, along with the jewelry,” Sienna-Rose commanded one of the maids, who hurried off to fetch the garments from their mistress’s room.
“Did you forget who your wife is?” Sienna-Rose smirked playfully as she snapped her fingers, and in an instant, her attire transformed into a stunning ensemble, perfectly tailored for the occasion.
The top portion is a sleek, double-breasted jacket in a deep, onyx hue.
The jacket is cinched at the waist with a wide, decorative belt that accentuates her slender figure.
The collar of the jacket has a high, structured design that gives the ensemble an air of refined elegance.
The pants she wears are a perfect complement, form-fitting and made of the same rich, dark material as the jacket.
They flare slightly at the ankles, creating a dynamic silhouette as she moves.
Sturdy boots, also black, complete the ensemble, adding a touch of practicality and edge to the otherwise sophisticated look.
“Oh.” The four wives gazed in awe at the stunning vision before them.
Sienna-Rose’s attire is a blend of sophistication and power.
The ornate buttons that adorned her jacket, along with the delicate embroidered patterns tracing the cuffs and hem, caught the light and drew the eye inward.
“Looks good, right? Is it a fitting complement to the colors of your dresses?” she asked.
“Fortunately, yes,” Haley replied, her eyes sparkling with delight at the harmonious coordination her wife had.
True to Haley’s assessment, the rich gold, deep black, and regal purple hues of Sienna-Rose’s suit and the sorceress’s robe blended seamlessly with the gowns the maids had procured for the four wives. This chapter is updated first at novelping . com.
With a mere snap of Sienna-Rose’s fingers, the ladies were transformed—each one resplendent in her own stunning dress, the fabrics hugging their feminine curves.
Elegant hairstyles and glittering jewelry completed the captivating ensemble.
Sienna-Rose surveyed her wives, a proud smile spreading across her face.
“Perfect. You are all so perfect,” she declared, her gaze filled with adoration.
“Are you not complaining about our dresses?” Olivia asked, a hint of apprehension in her voice.
The old Sienna-Rose had always favored more conservative, closed-off gowns, never approving of the daring, modern designs her wives longed to wear.
However, the luxurious dresses they now adorned are totally different from what Sienna-Rose always wanted her wives to wear, but Haley’s sister bet on these dresses, as she kept hearing from Haley about the change in Sienna-Rose.
The sumptuous silk material shimmered and caught the light, giving the garments an almost ethereal quality.
The elegantly draped bodices framed their décolletages with a deep, alluring V-neckline, while the billowing, off-the-shoulder sleeves accentuated the graceful lines of their upper bodies.
The skirts flowed in soft, cascading folds, unencumbered by restrictive corsets.
The dresses showcased their curves with a gorgeous blend of sophistication and sensuality.
Sienna-Rose’s lips curled into a proud smile as she surveyed her wives.
“It’s perfect. You know these dresses are going to be a hit in the capital soon,” she declared, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
The carriage of the duke arrived at the estate gates sooner than anticipated, catching the household staff in a slight flurry of activity.
Simmons quickly rallied the group, ushering Sienna-Rose and her four wives to the front of the estate to greet the esteemed guest.
Olivia and Haley, being of noble birth, flanked Sienna-Rose’s sides as they stepped outside.
Claire and Sophia, though equally radiant in their gowns, fell into place respectfully behind the other two wives.
This subtle hierarchy reflected the social strata, with the aristocratic Olivia and Haley positioned to receive the duke first.
Sienna-Rose’s regal bearing exuded confidence and poise as she awaited the arrival of their guest.
Her wives, each adorned in their stunning, custom-tailored ensembles, formed a unified tableau of elegance and refinement.
The rustling of the carriage drew near, signaling the duke’s imminent arrival.
This magnificent carriage that now graces the entrance to Sienna-Rose’s estate is a true masterpiece befitting the grandeur of the Lysander Duchy.
Crafted with unparalleled artistry, the coach is a gleaming vision of gold and ornate detail.
The body of the carriage is an opulent, gilded affair, the surfaces covered in intricate scrollwork and embellishments that catch the light, almost seeming to glow from within.
Delicate filigree patterns and heraldic crests adorn the sides, proudly displaying the insignia of the duchy.
The vehicle is supported by massive, sturdy wheels with thick wooden spokes, each one reinforced with gleaming metal rims.
Providing the power to pull this grand conveyance are six magnificent draft horses, their coats shimmering in rich hues of chestnut and ebony.
The horses move with a stately grace, their muscular frames and proud bearing suggesting a lineage of the finest breeding.
As the grand Lysander carriage glided to a stop before the impressive Sienna-Rose estate, the occupants within took in the breathtaking sight.
“I didn’t know a sorcerer’s estate could be this huge and beautiful,” Alessander, the eldest son, remarked with a tone of amusement.
“I had expected the estate to be dark and gloomy.”
The Duke of Lysander, his discerning gaze sweeping over the grounds, noted, “I’m more amazed with the barrier.” Even his own family’s estate, steeped in magical tradition, did not possess a protective ward as pure and powerful as the one blanketing this domain.
“I thought she was not so strong, still a sorcerer,” the Duke mused, his brow furrowing slightly as he contemplated the magnificent barrier.
“But I don’t think she was this strong.”
From the corner of the carriage, the Duke’s younger daughter chimed in excitedly, “I can see lots of trees! And there’s also a lake, Mother!”
Lifting a hand to still the child, the Duke said, “Mind your manners, my dear. Let us be prepared to greet our host with the proper acts.”
The Duke of Lysander was well aware of the legendary Sienna-Rose Miller, the powerful female sorcerer who rarely accepted commissions from outsiders.
She was renowned throughout the duchy for maintaining a tightly guarded domain, rarely welcoming visitors beyond her own inner circle.
Yet, as the Lysander carriage pulled up to the resplendent estate, the Duke could not help but be struck by the sheer grandeur of Sienna-Rose’s domain.
The town that surrounded her lands was clearly prosperous, its people living in comfort far exceeding that of the common folk in the duchy’s other holdings.
Adventure-seekers and merchants alike flocked to the area, drawn by the wealth generated from the sorcerer’s mines, which reportedly teemed with valuable magical byproducts.
As the carriage door opened, the Duke and his family steeled themselves to finally meet the enigmatic Sienna-Rose in person.
There, standing at the forefront of the estate, was a stunningly beautiful young woman with vibrant green hair, flanked by four equally captivating companions.
Alessander’s eyes widened in open admiration as he beheld the captivating sight before them.
“Is that her?” he breathed, his voice tinged with awe.
“Wow, she’s beautiful. And are those all her wives?”
The young nobleman couldn’t hide his enchantment at the prospect of such stunning women seemingly within reach.
“There’s no way I could ever marry one of them, is there, Father?” he mused aloud, a hint of wistfulness in his tone.
The Duke fixed his son with a stern glare.
“Stop thinking such foolish things, Alessander,” he chided.
“Those women are the wives of a powerful sorceress. To incur her displeasure would spell ruin for our family. Focus your attentions elsewhere—those are not women you should pursue.”
Alessander swallowed hard, “Yes, Father.”
Next to him, the Duchess Penelope could not help but feel a pang of envy as she admired the women’s stunning, glistening, custom-tailored gowns.
“Oh, they have such stunning dresses. I feel rather plain in comparison.”
Exhaling deeply, the Duke smoothed his robes and prepared to step out, his preconceptions about Sienna-Rose’s power and influence now thoroughly challenged by the sheer grandeur of her estate and the undeniable allure of her wives.