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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 · Fantaisie
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294 Chs

Chapter of tight spots

Before dusk.

Kitchen, Theodore Mansion, Outskirts.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire

"Do you think the lord really is as evil as they used to say?" Joyce whispered as they worked in the kitchen with lamps and stories

"A monster you mean? What is your own opinion? You live here too after all" Dorathy countered her eyes red

"I think he is kind and intelligent" Joyce admitted her eyes dreamy

Dorothy nodded in agreement "Me too, he made Critic Arley into what it is and he bought us not for an experiment like we initially thought but to help his wife" she told

"I did not think he bought me for any experimental purpose, Dorathy" Joyce glared at her new friend, but Dorathy waved it off with a shy giggle.

"Also he married Lady Lydia despite she being an illegitimate child"

"He has darkness residing in him I will say though"