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Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual

"I have waited for you in all of my lives, Gooseberry, and in all of them you had left. Please stay in this one," he pleaded, his eyes locked with hers. "I wish to stay too, My Lord Husband, because you are forever, Theodore," she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes. In a world where Lydia Statham, an illegitimate girl shunned as an abomination, is confined to her noble-born family’s estate, her only escape comes through books and stories of the outside world. But destiny intervenes when she receives an invitation to a bridal pick banquet at one of Critic Arley’s grandest mansions. What was supposed to be a chance for a new beginning soon becomes a solitary encounter with Lord Theodore, a feared outcast and enemy of the Empire. Lord Theodore, of royal blood but without a surname, has never desired a wife, and the idea of cohabiting with a woman seems unfathomable. Yet, at the banquet thrown by Conan, where every young lady was invited, only Lydia appears. Now, Theodore must confront his deepest reservations as he navigates the ritualistic demands and unearths feelings he never anticipated. In a tale of forbidden desires and unspoken promises, every season, every day, and forever, Theodore's life will revolve around the ritual that is Lydia—his chosen, his fate. No one came but her. His Gooseberry. ************** "Call me Lordess Theodore" "I am Lordess Theodore and I am his favourite ritual" Dear Critic. Do you wish to https://buymeacoffee.com/nanafirdausi Discourse with me on discord @i_nanafirdausi Cover photo is mine.

I_Nana_Firdausi · Fantasy
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294 Chs

Holding Onto Sanity

Morning.

Marketplace.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire. 

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The customers leave with smiles on their faces, one refused to take a pillow bag while the man almost made a show of calling a cart he couldn't afford. Helena thought perhaps he was trying to impress her, but she was already impressed by another. 

The customers were satisfied with their purchases and the delightful experience of interacting with the sweet-talking pillow seller.

"Oh? Look who it is" a voice made her look up from the design she was sewing onto a white pillow she was making. Lady Jerald.

"Lady Theodores' handbag" a new face delivered.

Helena rolled her eyes. "I see two confused ladies," she said sharply. 

"You are not to talk back to us, we are not of your status, you are way beneath us, learn to talk properly" Lady Jerald scowled as she stepped forward.