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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 · Fantasie
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294 Chs

Daring Lord Theodore.

Night.

King Chambers, Ice Castle.

Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.

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Sir Noah, the cutest yet malicious knight in the kingdom, marched briskly down the stone corridors of the castle, his gleaming armour clinking with each quick stride.

His helmet, slightly too large, bobbed with every determined step he took, it gave him an endearing and almost comical appearance.

The morning light filtering through the narrow windows highlighted his earnest face, rosy cheeks flushed with excitement and purpose.

In his small hand, he clutched a scroll, the parchment crinkling as he tightened his grip.

As he approached the grand oak doors of the king's chambers, Noah's heart raced.

He had discovered something peculiar in the dungeons, a hidden passage that could have put the kingdom's security in crucial jeopardy.

With a swift, confident motion, he knocked on the heavy door. The guards by the door bowed in greeting.