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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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Against Witches and Witchers.

Fight,

Borders, Critic-Ishire.

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Meanwhile, Conan had a group he was fighting with too, he quickly twirled his body to the right to avoid a pour of acid rain and to the left to avoid icy spikes, the witches were getting angrier.

Theodore soon created a rhythm of fist and sword fights so the witches became the ones at a loss without knowing how to adapt to such close-range combat. They also had to scurry so their colleagues' spell would not end up hitting them instead of the enemy it was intended for. Most of them mistakenly took their teammates' attacks, crippling them for life. The proximity with the witches helped Theodore a lot and soon another of his daggers hit home in a witch's heart.