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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

Lydia Is Disappointed And Moody.

Morning

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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In the soft glow of morning light, their bedroom was filled with a tranquil hush. The gentle rustle of bedsheets accompanied the rhythmic breathing of the peacefully sleeping couple, and soon Theodore woke up and because he knew Lydia loved to wake up early but never did he tenderly nudged her, she stirred briefly, her eyelashes fluttering like delicate butterflies.

Yet, the allure of sleep was too enticing, it pulled her back into its embrace.

Her features softened, and a subtle smile played on her lips, then she frowned when Theodore nudged her again.

"Good morning Gooseberry" he whispered.

"it is morning" he added when she clenched her eyes tight.

"Who beats drums this early" she groaned, her head pounded so strongly she assumed a drum was being played.