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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

Spreading The Right Rumour.

Noon.

Marketplace.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Oh please, that was the Viscountess, the bitch is a witch I tell you" lady Jerald countered with a roll of her eyes.

Helena snorted, she hadn't intended to but the ladies were so nosy yet got the wrong messages out of everything.

Cesita Reyes has a heart of gold and she is not a witch, Helena thought but that was what they remained. Thoughts, because if she spoke them, explanation and perhaps consequences would follow.

"What are you doing?"

Helena jolted our of her body at Lydia's whispered question. "Picking a dress"

Lydia raised an elegant brow. "You have been standing here for a few minutes, the dress must be striking or are you eavesdropping?" she pointed out with a teasing smile.

"I am the eldest sister you cannot judge me" Helena sassed, her palms on her hip.

Lydia's palm found her hips too. "How do you know you are elder?" she asked.