In the morning, Olivia and Claire requested their breakfast be served in the comfort of their own room. Every movement sent sharp pangs through their bodies; their backs ached, their legs felt like lead, and a pervasive exhaustion enveloped them, as if they had been struck by a runaway carriage.
Claire, however, felt a little better since she had managed to sleep soundly through the night, undisturbed by the excessive touch of her wife. In contrast, Olivia lay with her head buried in the pillows, a cold compress resting on her aching back. The events of the previous night played on repeat in her mind, each moment a vivid reminder of her own recklessness. Claire had warned her, but Olivia had never anticipated the intensity of it all.
"Isn't she already with Claire? How much energy does she possess?" Olivia murmured to herself, feeling shameful yet loved at the same time.
Just then, Sienna-Rose settled on the edge of Olivia's bed, her presence both soothing and commanding. A physician attended to Olivia, mirroring the care he had offered to Claire the night before. "Is she alright, doctor?" Sienna-Rose asked, concern etched on her features.
"Two wives, my lord. I suggest you take it easy," the doctor replied, rolling his eyes with a hint of exasperation. "I'll administer a tonic and advise her to rest today. She'll be alright, my lord."
The doctor's words hung in the air, eliciting a wave of embarrassment that coloured Olivia's cheeks and those of the maids present. The atmosphere shifted, a collective awareness of their master's previous night's activities manifesting in the bright red flush on their faces.
The maids, in particular, could not help but glance at Olivia, who bore the marks of her fervent night with Sienna-Rose—hickeys and bite marks scattered across her skin.
"I'll ensure your other two wives drink the tonic before they come to your room, my lord," the doctor added, giving Sienna-Rose a reassuring pat on the shoulder before stepping out of the room.
Sienna-Rose observed Olivia with a furrowed brow, concern etched on her features. Yet, Olivia simply took her hand, a reassuring grip that conveyed her strength. "I'm fine, really. You should go about your duties. I plan to sleep for a while, and once I'm awake, we can have lunch together."
"Okay then," Sienna-Rose replied, the tension easing slightly. She leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Olivia's lips before stepping out of the room, her heart heavy but hopeful.
As she entered Claire's chamber, Sienna-Rose's breath caught for a moment. There sat Claire, the enchanting red-haired beauty, poised at the table with breakfast laid out before her. Dressed in her nightgown and robe, she radiated an effortless beauty, illuminated by the soft morning light that cast a warm glow around her.
"Are you okay?" Sienna-Rose asked softly, her voice laced with concern. Claire looked up, her smile brightening the room.
"I'm fine, my love. I decided to have breakfast in my room today. I'll take it easy for a while," Claire replied, rising to envelop Sienna-Rose in a warm embrace. "We can have tea together in the afternoon, if you'd like."
"Of course," Sienna-Rose said, returning the hug and tenderly kissing Claire's forehead. "Just let Simmons know."
"Go on then," Claire urged, a playful glint in her eyes. "You have a lot to attend to, right? You mentioned wanting to make us richer than we are now." She chuckled lightly, infusing the moment with warmth.
"Absolutely," Sienna-Rose replied, her smile widening. "I'll be waiting for our tea time together." With that, she squeezed Claire's hand gently before stepping back and getting out of the room.
And so, that morning, Sienna-Rose found herself seated at the breakfast table, accompanied only by Sophia and Haley. The two women were gazing at her with a blend of expressions—confusion, awkwardness, curiosity, and an undeniable thrill. It was as if they were trying to decipher a riddle wrapped in a mystery.
"Don't look at me like that. You two are staring as if I'm about to eat you alive," Sienna-Rose remarked, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice. She glanced down at her plate, her cheeks warming under their watchful eyes. "I promise I won't be too much."
"But it's perfectly okay to be too much! We're your wives," Haley interjected, her tone unapologetically bold as she continued to enjoy her breakfast.
"Lady Haley?!" Sophia shrieked, her eyes wide with disbelief at Haley's brazen remark. She couldn't fathom how Haley could be so direct, so unfiltered, especially given the delicate circumstances of the morning.
"True, but tonight is Lady Sophia's time, so I'll wait for my turn tomorrow," Haley replied with an air of calm, a mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes. "Eagerly."
Sienna-Rose fought to suppress a laugh, the scene before her both amusing and endearing. Haley's playful banter was a refreshing contrast to the usual quiet demeanor she displayed, reminiscent of the character she had played in the game. Flirty, daring, and just a touch cheeky, this side of Haley was a delightful surprise.
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Sienna-Rose gives the task of managing the sales of the monsters' by-products to Sophia, who had inherited the merchant guild from her parents. Today, however, Sienna-Rose had a different mission in mind: she was determined to locate an amazing hot spring, a feature available only in the extended version of the game.
The extended version, which was also the reason she was able to have four wives, was a notion that filled her with a sense of adventure as she hopped into her four-wheeler and set off to explore her estate.
As she was moving around the grounds of her massive estate, she took care of everything around her—the winery, the creamery, the lush vineyards stretching out like green carpets, the fruitful orchard bursting with colours, the sturdy barns, the cosy servant quarters, and even the bustling inn where travellers found respite. Her explorations led her to a sizable empty plot of land at the northernmost edge of her estate.
Simmons, riding alongside her on horseback, anticipated her inquiry before she could voice it. "It's your land, my Lord, but you haven't yet decided what to use it for."
"Oh, right. I'll think about it later," Sienna-Rose replied, her mind already racing ahead as she continued to drive, her gaze drawn to a forested area near an abandoned shed.
"That area belongs to your grandfather. You still haven't determined what to do with it. The land behind the forest is all yours as well, my lord," Simmons informed her, his tone steady and respectful.
"I'm already that rich?" A smile tugged at Sienna-Rose's lips as she ruffled her hair, captivated by the prospect of her wealth.
"Well, as a sorceress in the Kingdom of Aethelgard, you're truly priceless, my lord. The royal family has been granting you a substantial salary each month, and with all the new businesses you've introduced, your fortune will only grow," Simmons explained, his eyes reflecting both admiration and respect.
"That's excellent for me and my wives," Sienna-Rose mused. "What about the annexe building? Ask Olivia if she has any thoughts on it or if she wants her son to be moved into the main building." With that, she reached into the dimensional space she possessed and pulled out a sword, its blade glinting in the sunlight.
"What are you planning to do, my lord?" Simmons enquired, concern lacing his voice.
"I'm going to clear some of these trees. Step back, Simmons," Sienna-Rose declared.
With a firm grip on the hilt of her sword, Sienna-Rose stepped forward, the blade slicing through the air with a crisp whoosh. The first tree fell with a thunderous crash, its trunk splintering as it hit the ground. A sense of exhilaration coursed through her veins as she continued her work, each swing a testament to her strength and resolve.
As she progressed deeper into the forest, she was enveloped by the sounds of nature—the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the distant sound of water cascading somewhere nearby. The air was rich with the scent of damp earth and pine, invigorating her spirit. With every tree she felled, a path emerged, revealing more of the lush greenery and the mysteries that lay ahead.
Simmons remained at a safe distance, watching with a mix of admiration and concern as Sienna-Rose worked tirelessly. "Be careful, my lord!" he called out, though his words were lost amidst the cacophony of her labour.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Sienna-Rose paused to see what was in front of her. She wiped the sweat from her brow and surveyed the clearing she had created. To her surprise, a soft, inviting sound began to filter through the trees—a gentle, melodic trickle that beckoned her closer.
Curiosity piqued, she ventured further, her sword now resting at her side. As she moved deeper into the forest, the underbrush began to thin, revealing a breathtaking sight: a hidden hot spring, its waters shimmering in hues of turquoise and jade. The surface was dotted with delicate ripples, reflecting the light filtering through the canopy above.
But it wasn't just the hot spring that captivated her; beside it loomed the entrance to a cave, partially shrouded in green vines and soft moss. "Look at that, Simmons," she exclaimed, her voice filled with pride. "You said the entire plot is still my land, right?"
"Ye-yes," Simmons stammered, his eyes wide with awe as he took in the magnificent, untouched beauty of the hot spring before them.
Taking a deep breath, Sienna-Rose stepped closer to the cave's mouth. The sound of the hot spring cascading nearby mingled harmoniously with the gentle echoes emanating from within, creating a symphony of nature that sent shivers of excitement down her spine. She could almost feel the magic of the land thrumming beneath her feet, urging her to delve deeper into its secrets.
"Looks like we've found something special," she murmured, a smile playing on her lips. Turning to Simmons, she commanded, "Go call the guards to explore this cave, Simmons."
"R-right away, my lord!" he replied, snapping into action.