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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

Humans Lifetime. (The End of book 1)

Wedding hall.

Thirheria.

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Suddenly,

The grand hall of the castle, once a picture of opulent celebration, had taken a sudden and dark turn. The air, previously filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses, was now thick with a sense of impending dread. The focal point of the revelry had shifted to Adele's father, whose intoxicated state had rendered him both boisterous and reckless.

He started swaying slightly on his feet, had risen from his seat with an air of false grandeur. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, not from the joy of the occasion, but from an excess of alcohol. His once-proud demeanor had become a slovenly display of inebriation. With a hiccup and a loud, slurred voice, he began to boast about his new position, his words punctuated by erratic gestures.