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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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206 Chs

The couple's first kiss.

Lydia's heart did a small joy dance as she sat up straight to find him close to the mirror.

"You do?" Her voice perked up more than she'd thought it would.

"Come here" he called with a blank expression on his face and she sweetly obeyed.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking at him as he was facing it, he whispered

"Turn around"

He held out a small jewel wrapped in a beautiful rope, and Lydia immediately recognised it, it was the supposed magical jewel he had purchased the day they met at the fair.

He dropped it on her chest as she watched through the mirror, as the crystal structure and colour of the jewel mirror his eyes, it is now not simply a stone, but a necklace she could wear around as it is safely tied in the rope, she held her breath as he tied it at the back of her neck with so much attention she simply watched him, mesmerized as his long fingers went to work, the hair at the back of her neck alert.