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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 The Maid Is Missing.

Dear Critic.

A beast I hear?

Oh, how much time has changed and now the society fights its leaders for the wrong reasons.

Lord Theodore indeed has a dark mansion but a beast that causes harm? From a drunkard, you all heard and decided to put a tag on your foreheads as you matched to the judgements gate.

You shall never find the drunkard so perhaps you start apologizing for your uncalculated straightforwardness or you come to terms with working for all of your remaining life.

A piece of the marketplace is now ashes, please do not forget to thoroughly scour.

And oh, the opulence jewellery shop, you should not have messed with the lady.

Yours Pointedly,

Muckraker.

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Yesterday, evening.

Marketplace.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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