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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

Preparing For Winter.

Dearest Critic,

An Invitation to the Season's Premier Gala

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It is with the utmost delight that I present to you the season's premier invitation. A ball. 

With the gentle approach of winter, though the frost has yet to fully settle, the stage is meticulously set for an evening of grandness. Lady Cesita Reyes, in her inaugural venture into the realm of high society, extends an invitation to the distinguished populace of Critic Arley. 

Her inaugural ball promises to be an affair of unparalleled elegance, one that only the most imprudent and rather brash would dare decline.

Guests are urged to adorn themselves in their most resplendent attire, befitting the exquisite setting. A word of caution: ensure that no one's height or stature surpass the height of the doorways, lest one finds themselves regrettably excluded from the festivities.

Shame.

Now, whispers of the Season: