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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

Preparing Luck For The New Month.

Late evening.

Conan's Bungalow.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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A rush of air met Helena who was turning to step back inside the house, she looked at the direction it generated from and it was Conan who had rode swiftly past her just now.

"Is that Theodore?"

He asked as he veered around to meet her.

Quickly he jumped down the steed as she answered. "Yes, that is in fact, Lord Theodore"

He paled slightly, drawing her into his arms, he held both her arms tightly. "What happened?" he questioned as he met her empty ocean-blue eyes.

But before she could answer he looked her up to down, thoroughly. "Are you okay?" he asked inspecting her for any injury.

"Helena" he called out when she remained quiet.

She gasped as his large palm held her face, keeping her gaze locked with his.

"Yes, I… am okay" she whispered, stuttering a bit.

"Why…" he trailed off.