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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 (5)

Morning.

Castle, Thirheria.

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Theodore descended the grand staircase, his footsteps light as he made his way to the garden. The morning sun bathed the palace grounds in a warm glow, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Theodore's heart raced with anticipation as he approached the vibrant garden, a sanctuary of colors and fragrances.

He moved with purpose among the flowerbeds, his eyes scanning the array of blossoms. The roses caught his attention first, their velvety petals a deep, passionate red. He carefully selected a few, his fingers brushing gently against the thorns as he clipped the stems. Next, he chose delicate white lilies, their purity a stark contrast to the intensity of the roses. He added sprigs of lavender for their calming scent, knowing they would complement the bouquet perfectly.