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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 · Fantasi
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294 Chs

Lydia Becoming Bold.

Night.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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After their brief kiss, one that left Lydia panting and Theodore wanting more he let her waist go and took a step back, anticipating her next move.

Lydia held her husband's gaze as she raised her arms to her head, she slowly gathered her black locks in a bun, securing the errant strands behind her ears. Her neck became visible. Slender and beautiful, her pulse rhythmic.

As her dress was a robe and already untied she merely held the edge by the shoulders and shrugged it off, it pooled around her feet revealing her whole figure, ample in the right places, slender yet somehow curvy, Theodore hungered to worship her marvellous body.

His groin twitched, wailing to be freed.

She was breathless when she whispered. "Undress, My lord husband"

He opened his arms. "Help me, Gooseberry"

She smirked "No, I wish to watch you do it slowly"