When they returned to the research building nestled within the quiet sanctuary of Sienna-Rose's estate, the once-blossoming bloodroot tree now stood tall and proud, its dark branches glistening faintly beneath the moonlight.
At the very center of its highest bough hung not a full fruit, but a single orb of golden essence, perfectly round, glowing softly like the heart of a star. It shimmered as though it had been breathed into life by love itself, suspended in the cradle of branches like a blessing waiting to be claimed.
Sienna-Rose stepped forward, the tree stirred, and the ancient magic that lived within its roots shifted as it awakened to her presence. Then, with a voice as old as the wind and as gentle as a mother's hand, it spoke.
"Your wife wanted a daughter," the tree said, its voice rustling like leaves in the evening air. "Take my essence, and with it, your bloodline, Sienna-Rose Miller."
