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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
294 Chs

A stranger in Critic Arley

Outskirt, An inn

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire

A man clothed in black pants and a shirt reached a small inn on the outskirts of Critic Arley, he hopped down his horse, took it to a corner and tied it to a pole.

"How may I help you sire" a slender man asked, probably the owner of the inn he thought.

"I need a room for the night" the stranger requested with a smile. The slender man nodded and turned around having the stranger follow immediately.

"Finally I'm in Critic Arley!" he breathed his grin palpable, he watched the area with the interest of a tourist in a new town, his eyes became greedy whenever he saw children and then he would smile at the older women, he dragged his eyes away from them and stepped into his appointed room, there was a girl in it.

'Special treatment for guests I hope' he thought making his way to her but she felt him and quickly turned.