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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

Mira's Questioning.

Morning.

Dungeon, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Theodore felt irked by the conversation but he needed Lydia to find the closure, she might be needed not withstanding he didn't believe in closures.

Tentatively Lydia drew nearer to the bars and Mira uncharacteristically threw spit her way. Lydia stepped aside quickly and luckily it only touched the end tip of her sleeping cloak.

Her chin wobbled again and she blinked the last tears away. "I hope it was worth it" she whispered before turning to her husband, she did spar Mira a chance to refute.

"Theodore…she is all yours" she said, her fingers trailed his arms as she walked out.

In a loud voice. "I do not mind being Theodore's but he shall have to do better" Mira the maid sneered as she began to laugh maniacally.

Without a word, Lord Theodore approached the suddenly trembling maid, his steps measured and deliberate.