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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
Not enough ratings
294 Chs

Love, You Are Love.

Morning.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Lydia woke up sweating and shaking, she just had a nightmare where everyone she cared for died and she was all alone. She had killed them because the sword she was gripping was bloodied and her hold confident, she could doubt the action and try to reverse her feelings from pride to guilt but then a rather familiar man showed up with a proud smile and told her that she had to do it and nothing else.

Theodore was slowly pulled out of sleep by his wife's soft mumbling and urgent turns, his hold around her had slackened and he had to pull her into his arms, whispering her neck and shaking her out of the nightmare he would hop into to change for her, she shook, retreating in the beginning before she relaxed and leaned into him, her tears and sweat soaking his shirt.