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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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Mira and the Baron

Late Afternoon.

Hall, Statham Estate.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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In the quaint, candlelit hall of the Statham' estate, a bittersweet atmosphere hung thick in the air as guests gathered for the wedding of Lady Mira to the Baron.

Mira, adorned in a gown of ivory silk, stood at the altar, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Her heart, heavy with reluctance, she yearned to break free from the bonds of obligation that tied her to this union.

She didn't want the baron, but the king has rejected her, so she must get married soon enough or she shall become old and die alone, her worth has reduced because she was with the king and suddenly no more.

As Julius Statham, the distinguished Marquis, stood proudly by her side, he nodded in satisfaction that she picked this baron or Critic-Ishelms'.

Georgina's gaze was a mix of pride and concern.