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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 · Fantasía
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I Love You.

Noon.

Lakeside, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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It took the twins an hour to gather enough cobblestones, crushed some gravels and then they helped Lydia arrange them on the ground.

And soon they was a winding pathways of smooth cobblestones and crushed gravel were laid, inviting visitors to wander through the garden and discover its hidden treasures. The lake.

During Lydia's sickness, after losing her child, they had been a welder and a blacksmith who'd come go the mansion and made a few wide seats, they had a back resting side and the designs were simply for something that will forever live under the sun.

So the seats were then dragged towards the lake by the boys and with the gentle murmur of babbling brooks added a soothing soundtrack to the tranquil scene.

The crowning glory of Lydia's vision was the rock garden that she had created along the lake's edge.