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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 Third Lifetime, Adele. (7)

Another morning.

Thirheria.

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Theodore had told her he'd be coming to see her again and this morning Adele found himself standing in front of the mirror, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Heather, her maid and confidante, helped her into a dress of soft lavender silk, the bodice adorned with delicate lace and tiny pearls that caught the light with every movement. The skirt flowed gracefully to the floor, the fabric swishing softly as she turned. Heather carefully braided a section of Adele's raven-black hair, leaving the rest to fall in gentle waves down her back. 

It's been a few days since Theodore came to announce that she'd be courted by him and as they sat talking that day he'd promised to come again and take her out.