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"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

Helena, attacked by a small storm earlier into her journey had lost her tight bun and was now furiously moving her full hair away from her face, all the while carrying a heavy luggage. She was nearing the casted land when she heard someone coming from behind her, the carriage was fast and angry but suddenly slowed before reaching her, she couldn't as for a lift as he appeared to be a douchebag. His first words from inside the carriage were "What is a witch going to do in Critic Arley? "

"The same could be asked about you" She sassed without missing a beat or looking at him, her fingers deep in her hair she tried to put it back in a bun.

He peeped out of his carriage "Fair enough, let me give you a ride" he offered, his teeth open in a wide grin

He nodded, not bothering to persuade her "Don't let the hunters get you" he taunted

Helena meets Conan and banter