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#DARK
#VILLAIN
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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
#REINCARNATION
#R18
#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#VILLAIN
#REVENGE
#DEVIL
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL

In The Dress Shop.

Morning.

Dining Hall, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Lord Theodore" Helena acknowledged the lord, the moment the couple reached the dining hall, arm in arm.

With a smile Theodore replied. "Lady Helena"

"Oh I have no such title" Helena said humbly.

"As you wish" he retorted easily.

Helena met Lydia's eyes and they both dropped it abruptly.

In the dimly lit dining hall of the Theodore mansion, the morning sun struggled to pierce through the heavy drapes, casting long shadows across the elegant table where Lydia, Theodore, and their esteemed guest Helena sat enjoying breakfast.

The atmosphere was one of quiet superfluity, with their shiny silverware gleaming in the subdued light and delicate porcelain dishes filled with an array of delectable treats.