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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

Tom's Ambitions.

Dining Hall.

Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.

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"We should not miss breakfast" she added intending to head for her luggage where she could pick a dress that actually fit.

"I am sorry" he whispered as he drew her into his arms.

She sniffed.

She missed him, her hero, her love. He alone knew all of her even when she doesn't and might never know.

"You did nothing, this is how women go through it I read, only the lucky ones do not" she mumbled ntp his neck.

He pressed his forehead to hers. "We should leave" he invited. They could walk our of this Cotadel now, when they haven't done too much damage to his Gooseberry.

But she shook her head. "No, we are stronger than that, I am" she cmfirmed, her resolve strong.