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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 Royal Invitation.

2days Later.

Evening.

Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Master, the royal guards are here" Shade alerted Theodore after materialising into his office.

Theodore looked up from his papers to ask. "Where?" with a creased brow.

"Outside the gates, two of them" Shade.

Theodore mumbled an ok before calling out for Gabriel. The latter stepped in with a passive face.

"Gabriel would you be so kind as to bring me the guards from outside the gates" Theodore.

The boy bows. "Of course, Lord Theodore"

The mansion had been in a peaceful and warm era for the past two days and Theodore somehow knew that wouldn't last. His guess wasn't wrong.

Gabriel strode purposefully towards the imposing wrought iron gates.

His heavy boots echoed on the cobblestone path, the only sound in the quiet morning air.