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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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The Gift.

Garden, Citadel.

Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.

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The gift Lydia had brought for Sandra was one of her finest piece made, Sandra's reaction, however, was far from warm.

Because with a haughty air, she had accepted the gift, barely acknowledging Lydia's efforts which justifies why Lydia would ask if she didn't like it.

"Oh, no, no, my dear. It's just... not quite to my taste." Her eyes flicked over the wrapping with barely concealed disdain, and she made a dismissive gesture as if the gift was beneath her notice.

"I see. Perhaps I misunderstood. I shall take note for the future." Lydia replied softly.

"Yes, that would be wise. One must always be discerning in matters of taste." Sandra added making Lydia bite her lip.

Lydia's heart sank at the lack of appreciation, but she maintained her composure, masking her disappointment with a polite nod. "Of course, Queen Mother. I shall strive to do better." she announced.