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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. (17)

Night.

Seconoria.

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The sky darkened as heavy rain began to pour, the droplets drumming a rhythmic symphony on the rooftops and cobblestones of the castle courtyard. Theodore stood at the edge of the grand hall, watching the downpour with a determined glint in his eyes. He knew Freya loved the rain, and now, as confusion and uncertainty clouded her heart, he wanted to show her that he loved her and would always be there for her.

Without a second thought, Theodore ran into the rain, his footsteps splashing through the growing puddles. The cold water soaked through his clothes instantly, but he barely noticed. His only focus was on Freya, and how he could reach her through the turmoil she was facing. He stood in the center of the courtyard, his hair plastered to his forehead, his clothes clinging to his muscular frame.