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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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Second Lifetime, Freya. (11)

Afternoon.

Seconoria

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The sun cast long shadows across the grand halls of the castle as black coal eye lined Prince Holland wandered through its corridors, lost in thought. His heart was heavy with memories of a love lost, a wound that time had not yet healed. His Shelly was gone.

He had been betrothed to Princess Freya by royal decree, but his heart wasn't in it. He had seen the way she looked at Theodore, and he had seen the way Theodore looked back at her. It was a look he had once known well, a look that spoke of unspoken emotions and a bond that transcended words.

This afternoon Holland found Theodore practicing in the courtyard. The clashing of swords echoed through the air as Theodore trained with another knight, a dirty blond man. Holland waited until the session was over before approaching him.