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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 Third Lifetime, Adele (1)

Outskirts.

Thirheria.

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"Hey!"

Theodore turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat as his elated sky blue eyes locked onto hers—those ocean blue eyes he had yearned for across lifetimes. She was running to him, her presence igniting a fire in his chest that had long been smoldering. It's her. She ran into his arms and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in.

"Gooseberry," he breathed, his voice trembling with the weight of countless memories. He gathered her face in his palm as he gazed at her puzzled eyes, "You remembered," he whispered, hope and desperation intertwined in his words. He couldn't hold back any longer; he swooped down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was soft, tender—aching with the sorrow of a love that had spanned lifetimes. He had missed her more than words could convey, his