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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

Sir Conan's Birthday.

Dusk.

Female Employed Quarters, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"What on earth are you doing, miss?" Dorothy sing-songed to Joyous who sat lost in thoughts on the edge of her bed.

Joyous looked at the window. "I feel…" she trailed off.

While Dorothy raised a brow. "What do you feel?"

"I feel today is another day" Joyous blinked, replied, before bending to fasten her shoes on.

"Whatever does that mean? Of course it is another day" Dorothy said with a roll of her eyes.

Joyous smiled, that was thesame question she'd asked the person who had told her that. Everyday was another day and she couldn't be any more grateful for the lessons learned from her. She was her companion.

"Why do you have cheese under the bed?" Joyous's voice is muffled from pressing her chest to her knee as she sighted the cheese on an open plate under Dorothy's bed.