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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

Seductive And Nervous Lydia

Theodore Chambers, The Citadel.

Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.

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Sandra instead rolled her eyes as she tried pointing out what she disliked in Lydia. "With how much she seduces people into doing her biddings I had to put that out, look at her hair, and your disheveled -" she got cut off.

"One more word and your tongue would be sliced in two" Theodore snarled.

"I am the kings mother!" she bellowed, eyes wide and livid.

Lydia was left standing pale and surprised at the direct hostility being directed at her.

Theodore snarled. "Then behave like one" he taunted.

With great restraint from holding Lydia's palm too tight or squeezing her fingers, Theodore pulled Lydia and started to walk away from the woman.

"Where are you going?" Sandra asked with a questioning frown.

"Theodore?" Lydia whispered, she herself didn't know where they were going to.