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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

Dying As Shoto & Enjo.

Late Afternoon,

Battle Forest.

Critic-Ishire.

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Meanwhile,

The forest was a battleground, the air thick with the sounds of clashing steel and the cries of the wounded. The Caramel Skin Twins, Gabriel and Tom, fought side by side, their movements a coordinated dance of deadly precision. Their daggers flashed in the dim light, slicing through the air with synchronized ferocity.

Gabriel, his skin glistening with sweat, moved with an agility that belied his growing exhaustion. His brother Tom was a blur of motion beside him, their twin blades creating a formidable barrier against the advancing witches. The enemy's eyes glowed with malevolent intent, their cackling laughter echoing through the trees as they launched their attacks.

"They brought kids to the playground" the magic practitioners taunted repeatedly.