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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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294 Chs

Strolling In Feigned Anger.

Afternoon.

Marketplace.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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The low-born attire slightly kept attention away from them, Theodore wouldn't want a repeat of what happened with the magistrate. He needed the safety of his wife assured and the image of his wife mysterious till whenever.

They could've stepped out of the cart in front of the jeweller but Blanc had forgotten they needed a tattered cart for their marketing, so they had to step out of the carriage at the front of the entrance.

Blanc waited at the entrance while they strolled inside.

Theodore also told her that strolling through the market even if you never intended to buy anything makes everything great.

Lydia had only been to the marketplace twice, the first time as it had been a fair and the second time was when Theodore had taken her out to his rebellious place for dining.