Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 136: I Love Being Your Husband.

Chapter 136: I Love Being Your Husband.

Morning.

Parlour, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Can we put on more lights please" Lydia ordered as she strutted in through the entrance.

"Of course, lady Theodore" Dorothy.

"Lady Theodore!" a squealing reached Lydia making her look up the stairs to see Helena coming down, she smiled.

"Helena, I assume with the smile on your face you had a wonderful night?"

Helena grinned. "Yes and by the gloomy edge to yours, your night might have taken a bad turn" she let out.

"No, let us sit, it was actually my morning that just became bad" Lydia guided her to a couch.

"Oh dear, I am sorry, whatever happened?"

"The maid has been caught...the one who tried to kill me" she completed, her face now placid.

With wide eyes Helena said. "That is such wonderful news I should see her" she attempted to leave the couch but Lydia stopped her.

"No, let us prepare for the day, Theodore would handle it" she assured Helena, her palm pressed to the top of hers.

Helena pouted, her eyes glassy. "My sweet sweet sister" Then she opened her arms and welcomed her in.

Lydia sniffed. "I am happy you are here" she admitted, it is muffled in Helena’s neck.

"I am more delighted Lydia" Helena replied after breathing in.

"We are going to a dressmaker today" Lydia disclosed after they broke the hug.

Helena nodded. "I shall bring all my Crits" she is still in her night gown and shawl.

Lydia waved it off. "You do not have to do that, I wish to buy dresses for you, Theodore gives me a lot of Crits everyday and j barely go out" she fessed up.

"Oh well I also need to purchase the equipment needed for my new business" Helena’s response is easy and soft.

"You are right, help her get ready?" Lydia instructed the maids that were standing on the side.

Helena’s eyes widened immediately. "Oh no no, I am very uncomfortable with that, I can do it myself" she countered, leaving her seat.

"Of course you can but you do not have to, they should take utmost care of you" Lydia came off a hypocrite because she too barely used their treatments but Helena didn’t know that.

Helena scoffed. "Special treatments would make me be a guest"

"Okay one, just one maid" Lydia stood up too and left for her bedroom with Joyous right behind her.

"Thank you" Helena whispered as she stride back up.

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Bedrooms.

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In the magnificence of the Theodore mansion, as the morning sun filtered through the lace curtains, casting a soft glow over the expansive bedroom Lady Theodore was prepared for the day ahead.

The air was infused with a sense of anticipation, as the maid, with deft hands and unwavering attention, assisted Lydia in her morning ritual, Theodore wasn’t here but Lydia knew the process.

Lady Theodore reclined in a sumptuous velvet chair, her demeanor poised and serene as she awaited the attention from Joyous who is ever attentive with every detail.

With practiced precision, Joyous began her task, pouring warm water from a silver pitcher into a porcelain basin, infusing the air with the soothing scent of lavender and apple flavour.

As Lydia immersed herself in the luxurious warmth of the bath, steam rising around her like a delicate veil, Joyous attended to her with a gentle touch, washing away the cares of the night and leaving her skin aglow with vitality.

Once bathed, Lydia emerged from the water, her ebony locks cascading in dark waves past her shoulders, so reminiscent of the night sky.

She walked into the bedroom and sat in front of the mirror.

With careful hands, the maid combed through her hair, untangling any knots with practiced ease before styling it into an elegant coiffure befitting a duchess. A title that Theodore has refused to claim.

Each strand of her hair was coaxed into place, the final result a testament to the Joyous’s skill and Lydia’s natural grace.

"Let us choose a dress now" Joyous invited.

"Please send one of my finest to Helena too, j want her looking exceptionally pretty" Lydia instructed. Joyous nodded got to work before coming back to continue with Lydia.

She turned her attention to Lydia’s attire, they both selected a gown of exquisite silk and lace, the fabric shimmering in the morning light like spun gold.

With a dancer’s grace though she couldn’t dance, as she confessed on the first day in this mansion, Lydia slipped into the dress, the bodice hugging her curves in all the right places, the skirt billowing around her like a cloud.

And then with a delicate hand, Joyous applied makeup to Lady Theodore’s flawless complexion, enhancing her natural beauty with subtle touches of color that accentuated her ocean blue eyes. A hint of rouge to her cheeks, a touch of gloss to her lips, and Lady Theodore was transformed, radiant and resplendent in her finery.

Joyous will have to do thesame to Helena because Dorothy couldn’t with make up, joyous knew how to as she was forced to learn being the knl girl and was intended to marry a nobleman.

Meanwhile, in another room of the mansion, Helena was also prepared for the day with equal care and attention.

Her black tresses, longer than Lydia’s, were smoothed and styled to perfection, framing her face like a veil of midnight.

Like her friend, she possessed the same striking ocean blue eyes, a reflection of their shared resemblance camaraderie.

Together, Lady Theodore and Helena emerged from their respective chambers, a vision of elegance and poise, ready to conquer the day ahead.

"You look spectacular" Helena complimented quickly after a scan.

"And you dazzling" Lydia returned breathlessly.

As they think of soon setting out for the dressmakers, with their heads held high and their hearts filled with determination, they both had the same thoughts on mind.

They were going a force to be reckoned with, two women united in friendship and purpose, destined to leave an indelible mark on the world around them.

But first they needed to eat. Helena went ahead with the maids as Lydia walked slower.

"Do we have breakfast ready? I am famished" she whispered.

A tickling breath and his hoarse voice came. "Like I am for you?"

With a gasp Lydia breathed out. "Are you always hungry, my dear lord husband"

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin on her shoulder. "For you yes, always"

She grabbed the back of his neck with her left hand, her head resting back, he gripped her tighter, his aroused self pressed to her butt, she felt him, making her breath labor.

"We are standing on a dangerous side" she commented, also her dress was really large.

But that does not stop him.

No, of course not.

He leaned in, bringing his nose just above her ear to inhale the scent of her hair while his cologne distracts me.

"Like apple and so delectable" he growled.

He always sniffed her, said the same compliments and smell her hair.

The tip of his nose grazed the shell of her ear, and Lydia tensed all over as he nipped her lobe between his teeth.

Her clit throbbed, and she knew her hunger for food is about to vanish to give room for a new type of hunger.

Theodore bit lightly, and Lydia tilted her head to the side to give him more access, elongating her throat so he can kiss down the expanse of it and suck on her skin in that way that has his wife shaking, hot waves of pleasure throbbed between her legs.

His tongue licked against her pulse, and she felt it pump erratically as his hand took her hip, pinning her in place while his other arm parted her thighs despite the layers of materials he easily traces and know where her clit rest and then he gently touched against the soaked material. I can see the words in his eyes.

Her eyes met his from over her shoulder.

"I shall make your wetness reach this layer" he promised.

Lydia’s lips part on a moan as Theodore applied pressure to her clit and as he kept rubbing her clit, applying the right and moulding the rest of her body, she came to her climax with a shuddering breath, he held her steady, pressed the spot and it’s gone as soon as he does it making her groan, he pulls his hand away, caressing his palm against her chest, between my breasts, over my heart, and feeling her heartbeat.

It’s beating like a drum for him, her husband.

Hard thumps, matching her pulse, and he holds it there as he captures her mouth with a searing kiss.

He kissed her cheek, neck and collarbone, one of his palm started to travel from her belly slowly back north snd soon he cupped her vagina again with his palm, Theodore she moaned and that immediately clrared her mind.

"Let us eat, Theodore, I will not let you grip me in your web of seduction" she whispered breathless.

"You flatter me too much" he growled as he pressed a kiss to her lips, his palm around her neck.

With a giggle from her after the kiss, he released her and they both turned for the stairs.

"You look breathtaking" he confessed as he offered her his arms, he had also dressed up and was ready for the day.

"And you look like my husband" she took his arm.

Theodore chuckled, his voice captivating to her hearing. "I love being your husband"

"I love you being my husband and I your wife"

They said no more gazed at each other with their hearts full. A smile bloomed and they continued to the dining hall for breakfast.