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#REINCARNATION
#R18
#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#VILLAIN
#REVENGE
#DEVIL
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL

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.

I_Nana_Firdausi · 幻想
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#REINCARNATION
#R18
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#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#VILLAIN
#REVENGE
#DEVIL
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#HISTORICAL

The demon in her nightmares

Lydia woke up with a sharp intake of breath, she had been nestled in a bizarre nightmare, Theodore leading a massacre of a small village, there was so much light in the village, it was unreasonable for the dark dream. She frowned, maybe if she had gone out more she'd have been able to remember what place it was in her dream.

As she sat up slowly with a frown her husband's back came into view, she mustered a smile before acknowledging him. 

"Good morning husband" her voice drifted into the early dusk with a fresh feel that made Theodore's lip tip up, he turned to her shirtless

"Beautiful morning, Gooseberry" he held up a tee as he walked to the high-placed mattress, its height stopping at his thighs, he stared at her ocean blue eyes for a moment, sitting up on the bed she was reaching his chest, he brushed his fingers over her cheeks almost lovingly, she thought.

"Nightmare?" he whispered 

She looked surprised before nodding "A bad dream"