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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.

I_Nana_Firdausi · Fantasia
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294 Chs

Bringing Lydia Back.

Afternoon.

Arley Streets.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Come purchase fresh fruits, there's a discount if you purchase a good amount" a woman's voice met the lord and lady just as they stepped into the market.

They continued their walk with an unconcealed eagerness to explore the market.

"If you do not buy my fruits, how then would you be fruitful?" her audacious question paused the couple.

Lydia chuckled as she tugged at Theodore's arm.

"She is good Theo, let us buy," she said, they turned to the seller, she didn't have a shop but a barrow on the roadside.

"All hodgepodge of them please," Lydia asked, her head resting on Theodore's shoulder. The seller quickly began to gather an assortment of fruits into a basket.

"So posh, mother they must be noble" the sellers' daughter whispered but they all heard it.

The mother nudges the daughter before glaring at her. "Shh do not piss them off"