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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 Royal Breakfast.

Morning.

Dining Hall, Citadel.

Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.

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"If I did not know better I would think they were up doing something obscure" Sandra's soft spoken venomous words was carried by the winds to the couple that were just stepping into the dining hall.

"What obscure things do married people do that you might know of when you were never truly married" Theodore retorted, his steps even more confident as he guided Lydia to her seat. Right next to him.

Sandra gasped, her fingers tightening around her fork but she maintained her reaction.

Salvatore clenched his jaws, while his mother continued.

"Tardiness is not something one should flaunt like a badge of pride" Sandra admonished with a look of distaste colouring her face.