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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

Second Lifetime, Freya. (16)

Seconoria.

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The first light of dawn filtered through the ornate windows of Freya's chambers, casting a golden hue over the room. Freya sat at her vanity, her expression hard as she brushed through her long, dark hair with deliberate strokes. She heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was Theodore, coming to escort her to the court, as he did every morning.

She had warned him not to do that but she would've hated him if he'd adhered.

There was a soft pull of the door and Hannah came out through the door, her eyes caught Theodore's and she smiled, "Sir Theodore, Good morning" she wished, he looked at her in a differently now. She was the woman his best friend loved, she was fine, her loyalty to Freya alone makes her beautiful and he respected that. He met her brown eyes before he smiled, "How are you, Miss Hannah?"