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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

The Baroness's Tea Party

Morning, Courtyard.

Theodore Mansion, Critic Arley.

"I could go with you" Theodore, lord of Critic Arley said to his wife who was dressed up for the baron house party.

"Lord! Stop it, Theodore, I shall be fine, we're all women and I need to start meeting people"

"Women are most dangerous to each other" he advised

She nodded, commenting "That I do know, now…" he cut her off

"Are you certain the honeymoon phase is over for us" anything to make his wife stay back or follow her, his possessiveness springing out.

She cocked her head "We never really had a honeymoon now, did we honey?" She primly waited for his answer

"I like that" he growled inching closer

"What?" She asked with a shy smile

He took dangerous steps closer before pinning her with his gaze "Honey, you keep calling me that" he ordered

"Oh but I won't call you that, that was a jab" she giggled when he abruptly drew her into his arms