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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
#REINCARNATION
#R18
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#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#VILLAIN
#REVENGE
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#HISTORICAL

The New Worker.

Marketplace.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Conan dropped his miss off and left for knight camp right after dropping a confidently passionate kiss on her cheek and leaving her blushing, the bungalow they had intended to go back to has been postponed because of the attack, now they've decided united they were stronger.

Helena unlocked the door to her pillow shop just as the first light of dawn crept over the rooftops. The small bell above the door jingled softly, a sound that once filled her with joy but now seemed to mock the empty hours that stretched ahead. It had been almost a week since she'd seen a steady flow of customers, and her agitation had grown with each passing day.