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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

Second Lifetime, Freya. (8)

Dining Room, Baron Estate.

Seconoria.

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"Son, I have to tell you that I am very proud of you" John said suddenly as the family ate breakfast that morning making the ever humble Theodore blush, he doesn't reply but he appreciates his parents. 

Lana, his mother picks a well cooked beef and offered to him, "Take this, taste it," Theodore smiled cheekily before taking it from his mothers fork, "How does it taste?" she asked.

"Like your cooking? Mother" Theodore replied confused at the question, he just wanted to eat and live for Freya.

His mother giggled, "No, it tastes like success" 

Theodore roared with laughter and his father joined quickly, Samuel glanced at his mother angrily, "This tastes bland mother"

"Then pick another one Samuel do not be a brat" Lana chided her second son.