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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 with tears in her eyes. A possible sacrifice is sent for him to devour but he will worship and do her however she desires. Every day, every season, forever, he will repeat the routine of the ritual which is her because she is his favourite ritual. Lydia Statham, an illegitimate girl living with her noble-born family in a land where her kinds were an unacceptable abomination, forced to live as an employed and never to be seen outside as a part of the Statham family, Lydia craved to be outside but never got to, but only through books and stories from others does she know the outside world, until a day came when a letter had been delivered to their estate ‘they was a bridal pick banquet at one of the biggest mansions in Critic Arley’ that was what Lydia knew as she travels to a banquet that every young lady was invited to but Lydia found herself alone in the enemy’s mansion. Lord Theodore, a feared outcast, an enemy of the Empire in which he dwells, of royal blood with no surname, a threat to the throne and possibly a lot more than the eyes meet has never wanted a wife, couldn’t fathom the idea of having a bundle of emotions living in the same mansion as he, but after a banquet had been thrown by Conan and half the population of critic arley had been invited. No one came but her. ******* "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 · Fantasy
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Lady Theodore's first invitation

Theodore woke up to a comfortable warmth in his arms, his wife, Lydia was sleeping peacefully in his embrace so he opted to watch her instead of getting up, her face was serene and soft, she managed to be so close in his arms yet far enough that could watch her whole face, the plush lip he hunger to press his lips against as it is, her lash falling beautifully on her now red cheeks she has them flush on his chest, the proximity must have caused it, her hair is a full mess, she has so much hair he wonders what her thoughts would be about trimming it, he could do it for her, he paused with a frown, he doesn't want anything happening to her beauty and the hair is a massive part of it, her hair stays he concluded, he would help her comb it instead, her chest is meeting him in a rhythm he wishes to keep, peace and love?