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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

Late Afternoon,

Battle Forest.

Critic-Ishire.

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The forest was a battleground, the air thick with the sounds of clashing steel and the cries of the wounded. The Caramel Skin Twins, Gabriel and Tom, fought side by side, their movements a coordinated dance of deadly precision. Their daggers flashed in the dim light, slicing through the air with synchronized ferocity.

Gabriel, his skin glistening with sweat, moved with an agility that belied his growing exhaustion. His brother Tom was a blur of motion beside him, their twin blades creating a formidable barrier against the advancing witches. The enemy's eyes glowed with malevolent intent, their cackling laughter echoing through the trees as they launched their attacks.

"They brought kids to the playground" the magic practitioners taunted repeatedly.

Dying As Shoto & Enjo.