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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 Third Lifetime, Adele. (6)

Afternoon.

Castle.

Thirheria.

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Theodore stood by his horse, tightening the reins, his mind racing.

'She was there... She was right there, and I nearly lost her again.' His grip on the reins tightened, and he cursed under his breath before he turned to Connell, who approached with a frown.

Theodore sighed, grateful for his friend's loyalty but frustrated by the situation. He glanced back at the direction from which he'd come, the memory of Adele's face still fresh in his mind. "I need you to do something for me."

Connell's playful expression turned serious. "Name it."

"I need you to watch over the Baron's house. Specifically, keep an eye on his daughter, Adele," Theodore instructed, his voice firm but laced with an underlying tension.