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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

Warming Up Lord Theodore.

Theodore directed to his office when they got back in the mansion.

Lydia nervous yet anticipatory she had promised to warm her husband up but she barely had an understanding of what that is, she knew it will be something intimate and engaging, she could hide somewhere he wouldn't find her but that doesn't speak well of her, as a wife.

She was so on edge that she forgot to freshen up for the night until Theodore stepped into the bedroom when she sat gingerly facing the mirror, her orbs widened and she stood up.

"Theodore" she breathed, her complexion almost pale.

"Warm me up Gooseberry" he growled.

She looked sideways, anywhere but him "But…" she trailed off "How do I do that?" she whispered, her palm sweaty.

"Come let me" he bellowed.

She remained in the same position her nerves spiked.