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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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Lydia's Bad Fashion.

Courtyard.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Lydia waved it off. "The Muckraker would not know because I do not go out like that, the only public event I've been to, I was wrapped in gloves" she expressed.

"You know nothing much is secret nor hidden from the muckraker" Helena lifted a brow.

"Quit it, I hear you, when the dressmaker arrives tomorrow for measurement, I shall add the idea of a glove" Lydia groaned.

"Now where is your husband, he is always around" Helena brought to light as it was a surprise he hadn't put a word into this conversation.

"Work, Lena do not tease me on uneven grounds" Lydia passed.

As Helena giggled Lydia went further to say. "So you haven't told me the little secret you said that you have got" Lydia reminded.

Absentmindedly Helena raised a brow. "What?"

"What is it that you wanted to tell me about?" Lydia reiterated.