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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

"Oh please, that was the Viscountess, the bitch is a witch I tell you" lady Jerald countered with a roll of her eyes.

Helena snorted, she hadn't intended to but the ladies were so nosy yet got the wrong messages out of everything.

Cesita Reyes has a heart of gold and she is not a witch, Helena thought but that was what they remained. Thoughts, because if she spoke them, explanation and perhaps consequences would follow.

Helena jolted our of her body at Lydia's whispered question. "Picking a dress"

Lydia raised an elegant brow. "You have been standing here for a few minutes, the dress must be striking or are you eavesdropping?" she pointed out with a teasing smile.

"I am the eldest sister you cannot judge me" Helena sassed, her palms on her hip.

Lydia's palm found her hips too. "How do you know you are elder?" she asked.

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