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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 with tears in her eyes. A possible sacrifice is sent for him to devour but he will worship and do her however she desires. Every day, every season, forever, he will repeat the routine of the ritual which is her because she is his favourite ritual. Lydia Statham, an illegitimate girl living with her noble-born family in a land where her kinds were an unacceptable abomination, forced to live as an employed and never to be seen outside as a part of the Statham family, Lydia craved to be outside but never got to, but only through books and stories from others does she know the outside world, until a day came when a letter had been delivered to their estate ‘they was a bridal pick banquet at one of the biggest mansions in Critic Arley’ that was what Lydia knew as she travels to a banquet that every young lady was invited to but Lydia found herself alone in the enemy’s mansion. Lord Theodore, a feared outcast, an enemy of the Empire in which he dwells, of royal blood with no surname, a threat to the throne and possibly a lot more than the eyes meet has never wanted a wife, couldn’t fathom the idea of having a bundle of emotions living in the same mansion as he, but after a banquet had been thrown by Conan and half the population of critic arley had been invited. No one came but her. ******* "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.

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Hound Transforming & The Scared Courier.

Morning.

Hound's Cottage, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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The soft morning light filtered through the lace curtains, casting a gentle glow over Hound's quaint cottage.

He is dressed in crisp, white attire as he moves methodically around his room, his sleeves are rolled up revealing muscular forearms.

His attire is a stark contrast to the dust and grime that had settled over every surface, but today because his mind is muddled with thoughts of Shi'Enz he has finally decided to clean the cottage.

He became determined to transform the cottage into a glories form, he had stayed in it when it looked old, dusty and cold because he felt that kept him grounded and he wished to feel like nobody, he refused to embrace his new comfort, he wanted to feel all that he had gone through without remembering them.