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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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Ashes The Jewellery Shop Became.

Marketplace.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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The owner of the shop felt fear like no other, she wished Stella would just shut up but the woman was unstoppable when it came to her and her twisted sense of dignity and pride to be upheld.

The Mayor's wife waited for her proof, her palm on her waist.

Conan's leg shifted. "You need proof?"

He sauntered towards the mayor's wife.

"You dare to ask for proof?" he spoke to her face.

The lady took a step back before lowering her gaze.

"Who do you think you are to question the legitimacy of Lady Lydia?"

Stella started to shake under Conan's threatening gaze. He was a knight after all he was accustomed to killing and preying on his enemy's emotions.

He had been to battles with the Lord of Critic Arley and was a healthy man.