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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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The Protesters, Kill The Beast.

Midnight.

The gates, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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A fervent cluster of men and women gathered before the imposing wrought-iron gates of the grand Theodore mansion.

Clad in layers of corsets, top hats, and billowing skirts. In jeans, shirts and shoes, the protesters brandished placards adorned with demands for a beast to be killed,

They held onto their pitchfork and knives, chanting kill the beast.

The air resonated with vibrant speeches, echoing the calls for security and assurance in their city.

The atmosphere was charged with the determination to challenge the existence of a creature they had heard about.

A beast in Critic Arley.

As this group of Critic Arley citizens fervently expressed their desire to kill a certain beast, they rattled against the backdrop of the ornate mansion gates.