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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

Theodore could tell her that she was his weakness but that would be wrong, she was his strength, she was the reason he

"Lydia…," he started making her suck in a breath, "All that I crave, all that I fear, all that I think is us"

"All that I do…" he trailed off.

"All that I am is for us" his voice dropped to a whisper, "And yes, I fear what could jeopardize us"

He caught her wrist and dropped a kiss on the inside of her wrist, she blinked when he met her eyes with his intense blue eyes. He wrapped their fingers together before letting a small smile grace his thin lips.

"I agreed it could be glass windows up the walls, at least where they belonged before" he said with a sigh.

She pouted, pulling her fingers from his grip, "But what they are about to do is very modern, soon people would try to follow, they would follow," she claimed.

To Massage Dearest Husband.