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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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Her Promise To Hound.

Dear Critic.

I do not bring stories from other cities much but orphans are flooding the streets of dearest Critic Arley from a city I shall not mention, I implore the people of power to see to this matter that is rising.

I would like to skip this topic but Viscount Victore shall not glare me down. 'Your wife is the prettiest of them all my lord, you are one lucky scoundrel'

We all know the emperor has turned the Statham house into his playhouse now. He has managed to make a round with all of the girls of the Statham. Perhaps the last one is soon to be taken. Do not be too curious though, A certain Hound hers eyes for her.

Yours wholesomely,

Muckraker.

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Evening.

Statham Estate.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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