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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

Unzipping The Shameless Guest.

Late Evening.

Outside, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"You are such a shameless guest" Conan muttered.

"You ate too much and now you are a bear" he added with a frown.

"Shut up Sir Obnoxious" Lydia grumbled.

"Where is the carriage then? Why is it so far?" she wailed, swaying slightly.

He caught her shoulders, supporting her.

"I shall just wait here while you go get the carriage," she said, shooing him away.

"It is a steed Helena let us go" he prompted.

The carriage that they had used was rented as Conan doesn't bother with carriages but having to ride with Helena he had to get a carriage for her comfort.

She remained unmoved. "Do you wish for me to carry you?" he asked her.

"I can wait here, go bring the horse I feel so heavy"

He bent and in a swift motion, she was in his arms. One of his arms under her knees, and the other, her back.