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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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A Good Morning.

Breakfast.

Dining Hall, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Breakfast" Lydia whispered, her eyes strange when Theodore caught it, she had refused proper food for days, and it was lovely to finally see her interested in eating.

In the dining hall of their sprawling mansion, the morning light streamed in through stained glass windows, casting colourful patterns across the polished oak table.

At one end, Lydia sat Theodore narrowed his eyes before sitting on her left, she wanted to be okay perhaps but he wanted her to eat, their figures silhouetted against the backdrop of grandeur.

She smiled as she asked him. "What are we doing today?"

"Let it all just flow" he merely shrugged.

Lydia nodded in agreement.

They exuded an air of contentment as they leisurely enjoyed their breakfast, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the scent of freshly baked pastries.