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.



*******
"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.

Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual

The owner of the shop felt fear like no other, she wished Stella would just shut up but the woman was unstoppable when it came to her and her twisted sense of dignity and pride to be upheld.

The Mayor's wife waited for her proof, her palm on her waist.

Conan's leg shifted. "You need proof?"

He sauntered towards the mayor's wife.

"You dare to ask for proof?" he spoke to her face.

The lady took a step back before lowering her gaze.

"Who do you think you are to question the legitimacy of Lady Lydia?"

Stella started to shake under Conan's threatening gaze. He was a knight after all he was accustomed to killing and preying on his enemy's emotions.

He had been to battles with the Lord of Critic Arley and was a healthy man.

Ashes The Jewellery Shop Became.