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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

Sir Noah, the cutest yet malicious knight in the kingdom, marched briskly down the stone corridors of the castle, his gleaming armour clinking with each quick stride.

His helmet, slightly too large, bobbed with every determined step he took, it gave him an endearing and almost comical appearance.

The morning light filtering through the narrow windows highlighted his earnest face, rosy cheeks flushed with excitement and purpose.

In his small hand, he clutched a scroll, the parchment crinkling as he tightened his grip.

As he approached the grand oak doors of the king's chambers, Noah's heart raced.

He had discovered something peculiar in the dungeons, a hidden passage that could have put the kingdom's security in crucial jeopardy.

With a swift, confident motion, he knocked on the heavy door. The guards by the door bowed in greeting.

Daring Lord Theodore.