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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

The Mansion Has A Red Room.

Evening.

Tavern & Alley.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Theodore's eyes locked with the man who had screamed an announcement. He is a server in Theodore's favourite tavern, the one he had brought Lydia the last time screamed into the market wind.

"Get your Crits ready for you shall spend some of ya money on them" he added loudly.

"Get back in here you old geezer, set the tables!" a fat woman with muscles men envied roared, she owned the place.

"Oh for fucks sake woman!" the announcer yelled going back in, his apron dark and

Theodore stepped inside the noisy place and slowly he turned to look behind him, his eyes narrowed at the unsuspecting area behind him.

"Give me ale" Theodore asked as he reached the counter.

The woman grinned a toothy grin. "It has been a while young lord, your missis don't let you out of the house?" she questioned.