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#DARK
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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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Travel Passion.

Night.

The Inn.

Travel. Critic-Ishire.

**************

The innskeeper rushed to them the second they stepped in making Lydia straighten her back. "Ah, Sir Bottomore and Lady Arabella, welcome to our humble establishment" the fat innskeeper acknowledged them with the name Conan must have registered with.

"You table is prepared, as requested." she added, her tummy was large for her body but who were the couple to judge.

Sir Bottomore?

Theodore grinded his teeth at the name Conan had picked for him, he knew the knight was messing with him but it unnerving anyway. He love his name too much.

A table had been prepared for them, adorned with fine linens and gleaming silverware, a testament to their esteemed status.

"Why was she referring to us differently, Bottomore?" Lydia asked sweetly, a small smile gracing her delicate features.

Theodore groaned, his eyes searching for any listener. "Fucking Conan!" He snarled.