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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

Crying For Conan.

Midnight.

Conan's Bungalow.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Helena woke up and was alone in bed, she was ready to go back to sleep when she heard sounds from the other room, she stood up and her eyes widened when she felt her chest freer than it should be and there was fresh air caressing her back, she ran to the mirror, both her palms reaching for her back and soon she found out her dress and corset were open. Unzipped and unhooked, she was confused until she realized Conan must have released her of the bondage when she fell asleep, she smiled, her cheeks reddening before she walked out to reach the parlour and there stood the knight getting dressed in his knight attire and ready to go out.

"Conan?" she whispered.

He glanced at her before he returned to what he was doing. "What is happening?" she asked.

"I am leaving for the Citadel soon," he said without looking at her