I_Nana_Firdausi

"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.



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"Call me Lordess Theodore" 
"I am Lordess Theodore and I am his favourite ritual" 


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Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual

Lydia woke up with a sharp intake of breath, she had been nestled in a bizarre nightmare, Theodore leading a massacre of a small village, there was so much light in the village, it was unreasonable for the dark dream. She frowned, maybe if she had gone out more she'd have been able to remember what place it was in her dream.

As she sat up slowly with a frown her husband's back came into view, she mustered a smile before acknowledging him.

"Good morning husband" her voice drifted into the early dusk with a fresh feel that made Theodore's lip tip up, he turned to her shirtless

"Beautiful morning, Gooseberry" he held up a tee as he walked to the high-placed mattress, its height stopping at his thighs, he stared at her ocean blue eyes for a moment, sitting up on the bed she was reaching his chest, he brushed his fingers over her cheeks almost lovingly, she thought.

She looked surprised before nodding "A bad dream"

The demon in her nightmares