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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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The Monthly Meeting.

Noon. (earlier)

Courtyard, Garden, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Shi'Enz didn't understand why Hound would want her to hold him when she just embarrassed herself and could also stain him further.

She started to fidget. "I…I should…"

His lips twitched. "Yes, Shi'Enz grab onto my arm," he said.

"That shall stain you and I do not intend to-"

He cut her off guiding her to his arms. "Nothing from you can ever be a stain, it is only a mark," he said as their arms were now kinked.

She looked up at his face. "A mark?" her question.

"I shall spare you the details" he teased.

With a smile, she asked. "Where are we going?" as they had started to move.

"Somewhere special" he whispered.

Shi'Enz smiled as she tightened her hold on his arm.