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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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Second Lifetime, Freya. (13)

Seconoria.

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It was hunting period in Seconoria and the princess too was going along with the knigts, hunters and guests.

"My lady would you bring back a flamingo to me?" Hannah asked Freya through the mirror.

Freya sighed, she didn't like being called 'my lady' because she believes it's a strange possesive pronoun but she would accept it just today because she was about to break her freinds heart, "Hannah if I shoot for a flamingo, it will be dead and then you will hate me for that" her explanation.

"You cannot keep a dead flamingo, it will lose─" Hannah cut the princess off with a downcast pout, "I understand!... but can you… maybe not kill it?"

Freya couldn't help the laugh that treathened to leave her throat, "No, Hannah, I cannot run after a flamingo for anybody" not even you, she wanted to add.