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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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I Did Miss You.

Conan's Bungalow.

Critic Arley, Critic-ishire.

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Helena Stood Up Abruptly, Her Smile Firm.

"What Do You Mean What Is Your Father Doing Here? Conan" She Sat Back Down, Chiding Herself For Standing Up At All.

The Father Sipped His Wine, His Eyes Calculative.

Quickly, She Continued To Say "He Came To See Us… I Mean You" She Shifted Uncomfortably, She Had Thought His Father Would Leave Before Conan Would Arrive. Who Would've Thought The Obnoxious Knight Would Come Back From Work This Early, Putting Her In A Tight Spot?

"How Are You In Critic Arley? What About Duties" Conan Asked His Father, He's Shoulders Tight.

His Father Shrugged Elegantly His Eye Warm "Well The Emperor Is Here Too So It Is Only Natural" He Retorted.

Conan Did A Double Back "The Emperor Is In Critic Arley?!" He Wailed.

"Conan, Why Are You Screaming?" Helena Asked, Massaging Her Head Gently.