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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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Helena meets Conan and banter

Midnight, Critc Ishelm.

Helena, attacked by a small storm earlier into her journey had lost her tight bun and was now furiously moving her full hair away from her face, all the while carrying a heavy luggage. She was nearing the casted land when she heard someone coming from behind her, the carriage was fast and angry but suddenly slowed before reaching her, she couldn't as for a lift as he appeared to be a douchebag. His first words from inside the carriage were "What is a witch going to do in Critic Arley? "

"The same could be asked about you" She sassed without missing a beat or looking at him, her fingers deep in her hair she tried to put it back in a bun.

He peeped out of his carriage "Fair enough, let me give you a ride" he offered, his teeth open in a wide grin

"No"

He nodded, not bothering to persuade her "Don't let the hunters get you" he taunted

"I wonder what hunter you know"