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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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Sandra's Thoughts.

Afternoon.

Marketplace.

Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.

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Theodore decided to stay calm, it couldn't be that serious yet, she might have entered the shop they were standing outside of.

He turned for the shop and just like that Lydia sprang out behind an umbrella. "How do I look?" she asked with a big beautiful grin on her face.

Theodore paled and slightly disturbed he grabbed her arm and yelled. "Lydia, where- you look strangely amazing" he commented after noticing her frown of discomfort.

"As always lady Theodore" Conan added gentlemanly.

"Thank you, I cannot believe we have not worn hats since and summer is almost over" she complained.

Theodore was still experiencing the after effect of his overflowing emotion so he could only watch her.