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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

Gemstones In The Mansion's Lake.

Morning.

Gates, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Lydia's face held a small smile as she waited for the two boys to reach the door.

She had hoped real hard for them to come and here they hadn't failed, they came.

She waited eagerly and soon they reached.

They look different today, they had done well with their appearance, and they appeared clean and younger yet mature than they had looked yesterday.

Lydia was impressed.

They both carry curly brown hair, it is now full and it falls softly, their brown eyes complement their caramel skin, they smile at the sight of her and their white teeth shine.

"Good morning my Lady" the skinnier one acknowledged Lydia with a bow.

The gates were open and Lydia nodded as the other brother bowed silently, Hound stood by the gate with both his hands behind him.