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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.

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294 Chs

'You Died'

MidNight.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire

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Lydia laid restless in bed the minute they got to their bedroom chambers, her hair lost its pin and she pulled the gloves only after she was in bed.

"Theodore please, I only wish to sleep now" she mumbled, avoiding his gaze completely.

He nodded, not liking the feeling of being kept in the dark and also realizing, this is how she must have felt those times she lashes out about his secrecy, "We can talk tomorrow" he mumbled.

She didn't reply and simply settled deeper into her blanket.

Theodore leaves the room with a frown, for some reason he doubted this was connected to the reason she had come back home pale and sweaty the day she went to know Helena's shop.

What was happening? Did someone dare to frighten her?

The maids found out a few moments later that the couple was back and they ran upstairs to her bedroom chambers.