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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

Dark Intruders.

Evening

Borders.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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As the evening sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the border of the Critic Arley, two figures emerged into the dimly lit clearing.

There was Theodore a powerful man, with his regal stature evident in the way he carried himself, his long locks of gold hair cascading down his back as it was no longer in the confines of a rubber band.

The other, Conan, a knight, his dark blond hair tousled by the gentle breeze that swept through the area.

"I do not think they should be any-"

"Shut up Conan, listen" Theodore pointed out, inviting Conan to put his ears in the ground.

The two have been parading around this side of the city borders after a report from a guard of suspicious movements.

Conan scoffed. "I hear serenity, I thought you should be missing your wife now, let us-"