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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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Midnight.

Parlour, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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It was night and the mansion, which was a grand and imposing structure with its intricate carvings and sprawling gardens, had an air of uneasy quiet. The recent renovations, including the installation of floor-to-ceiling glass windows by the skilled glassman, had added a modern elegance to the ancient halls. Yet, unbeknownst to the inhabitants, those very windows were now portals for their enemies.

The evening light filtered through the expansive glass panes, casting shimmering reflections on the polished marble floors. The mansion's elegance was on full display, with its richly adorned walls and priceless artifacts. Lydia had taken solace in these improvements, hoping they would bring a sense of renewal after the recent tragedies. But the beauty of the glass concealed a dark secret, one that was about to reveal itself in a most sinister way.