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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

Gabriel Felt Fear.

Noon.

Lakeside, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Lady Theodore, Lord Theodore, something is wrong!" Dorothy alerted them, her hastened steps coming to a stop beside their couch.

"Now, What on earth is it?" Theodore gritted out.

"Your presence is required by the lake please" the maid responded eagerly, her attire and posture one of submission and respect.

Theodore stood up with ease, his figure and demeanor oozing with confidence and nobility.

"Come" he whispered to Lydia as he offered his hand.

Lord Theodore and Lady Theodore stepped out of their mansion, the sun casted a golden glow upon the sprawling darkness of a building.

With each step, their elegant attire billowed gently in the breeze, a testament to their noble bearing.

They followed Dorothy's urgent summons and made their way to the tranquil shores of the lake, anticipation mingled with concern settled in their hearts.