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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

The Third Lifetime, Adele. (11)

With a subtle nod, Holden signaled the guards to step aside, allowing the carriage to pass through. As it came to a halt, he approached with a graceful ease, his presence commanding respect. He opened the carriage door and extended a hand to help Adele down. 

Adele took his hand, noticing how gentle yet firm his grip was. As her feet touched the ground, she couldn't help but smile, a gesture that felt surprisingly natural despite the tumult of emotions within her.

"You have a lovely smile," Holden remarked, his voice soft yet laced with something deeper. "It reminds me of Sharon's."

Adele's smile faltered slightly at his words. "Sharon?" she asked, curiosity piqued.

Holden's expression softened, the sadness in his eyes becoming more apparent. "She was... my late lover," he explained, a wistful note in his tone.