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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

Sleepy Helena.

Afternoon.

Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Conan reached Helenas' room and knocked on it after taking two deep breaths, she didn't answer and that made him frown, if Joyous said she was here then she'd have to be. "Helena?" he called out.

The door swung open and her raven black hair peeked out first. "What do you want Sir?" 

He resisted a smile as he asked. "Where have you been?" 

"Here?" she asked back nonchalantly.

"Helena I do not know the muckraker to lie but that was not completely true, I did not do anything-" She cut him off with a glare, she had seen the scene where he looked smitten and hot for the miss he had been kissing in the marketplace.

"It was not an actual kiss" he said in his defense.

She raised a brow. "The setting?"