Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 152: Covering Theodore.

Chapter 152: Covering Theodore.

Afternoon.

Lakeside, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"I am not half naked, Gooseberry" Theodore defended but he was wrong.

"You have to cover up Theo, the girls cannot see you like this" she said urgently, her palms flying to his chest to cover him up.

"Are you merely looking for reason to touch me?" he had a smirk on his perfect face.

"No!" she screeched, but her palm was still firmly pressed on both his nipples. "I mean, stay behind me" she sighed, and guided him behind her where her body would cover his felt.

And with a smile he obliged, letting her guide him.

Much to her relief no one ran into them and that was how she protected his chest till they reached the lakeside.

They got to the lake and they was a basket waiting at the bank for them, Lydia smiled at how efficient they were but wondered secretly if they caught her sneaking her husband out earlier.

Theodore and Lydia embraced the refreshing waters, and got surrounded by the sounds of nature, their footsteps sending ripples across the surface and then they ventured into the cool embrace of the lake.

Lydia’s eyes sparkled with determination as she scanned the crystalline waters, her fingers poised to take hold of any glimmering treasures that lay hidden below.

With each stroke, they propeled themselves through the crystalline surface, their bodies moving in harmony with the rhythm of the water.

Theodore, with sinewy muscles rippling beneath his pale skin, cuts through the water with powerful strokes.

His arms spread wide, fingers splayed like the wings of a bird in flight, as he thrusted himself forward with graceful efficiency.

With each breath, Theodore dipped his head beneath the surface, emerging moments later with a spray of droplets dancing in the sunlight.

Beside him, Lydia glided effortlessly through the water, her movements fluid and graceful.

Her long hair, dark as midnight, trailed behind her like a silken veil, catching the light with each turn and twist.

With a flick of her wrist, she dives beneath the surface, disappearing momentarily before reemerging with a joyful laugh.

She found gems.

She reached out to pluck gemstones from the sandy bed below.

With each gem she unearthed, a sense of wonder and excitement filled her heart, their laughter mingling with the gentle lapping of the water against the shore.

With each stroke, they leave behind the cares of the world above, losing themselves in the embrace of the water despite it being work.

"Gooseberry, something is wrong" Theodore announced when he raised out of the water.

He had followed after her. "Wha... what is it?" she asked. Her deft fingers deftly pocketed each precious find, her eyes alight with the thrill of discovery.

"I cannot see, or pick up the gems" he confesses with all seriousness.

Panting she asked. "Why? You do not desire to help?" she wiped from her brows.

"No, of course I want to help, I just cannot see them" he replied quickly.

Her eyes trailed from his neck down to his throat where he gulped, she couldn’t help but trace the droplets of water trailing down his sculptorous body, the shape of his breast, his wee nipples and the eater travelling further below, it carressed his stomach and as it got to his V-line where she involuntarily gulped Theodore drew a breath to say. "They are invisible to me, Gooseberry" her eyes met his instinctively, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"What?!" she asked still very clueless.

"The last time too, I had thought the gem had finished but it is the same now, let me see your palm" he offered his for her to place hers.

"They are magical, Theo" she whispered dreamily as they glowed in her palm.

"Yes, they are, now you are truly going to be the richest lady in Critic-Ishire" he commented because if this gems were so rare only her could see them then that meant a lot. Theodore marveled at his wife’s uncanny ability to spot the gems amidst the shifting sands.

"We need to confirm it’s properties though" Theodore advised. In case it was harmful to the skin or allergy inducing.

Lydia nodded while she glanced at the water. "Should I take a dive again?"

Theodore bit his lip, refusing to give an answer.

She blinked innocently her lips small. "One more" she pleased.

He groaned. "Yes, one more"

And Lydia swam back in after saving the gems in her husbands palm. And as they swam, the world around them fades away, leaving only the sensation of weightlessness and the exhilarating rush of freedom.

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Hours Later.

Theodore Mansion.

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In the sprawling expanse of her mansion, Lydia was nestled away in her secluded workroom, her office is now adorned with glimmering tools and precious gemstones.

Lydia is slowly becoming a talented jeweler, one who loses herself in the rhythm of her craft.

She started creating every piece she could imagine, from delicate earrings to intricate necklaces, her agile fingers worked tirelessly, shaping and polishing each piece with painstaking care.

She would sigh, look and change position as she worked despite having told Theodore that she wasn’t working today, right after getting gems out of the water with her husband, Hound had come to call him to the office giving her a chance to let the girls ready her for her office while she found Helena reading in the library.

Hours melted away as Lydia became engrossed in her creations, her mind consumed by the beauty and sophistication of her work.

The soft glow of candlelight bathed the workroom in a warm, golden hue, casting dancing shadows across the room as Lydia labored away, her passion driving her forward with unwavering determination.

But as the sun began its unhurried movements downhill, towards the horizon, a gentle knock echoed through the door to her office. That drew Lydia’s attention away from her work.

She blinked back her mind.

With a start, she glanced towards the doorway to see her husband, Theodore, standing there with a fond smile playing on his lips.

"Gooseberry," he called, his voice soft and tender. "It’s time to put down your tools and come upstairs with me."

Lydia blinked in surprise, her fingers stilling on the delicate chain she had been working on. "But Theodore, I haven’t finished—"

Theodore shook his head gently, his eyes alight with affection. "You’ve been at it all day, Lydia. You need to take a break and rest."

She pouted.

Reluctantly, Lydia set aside her work, her heart heavy with the weight of unfinished tasks.

But as Theodore took her hand and led her up the stairs to their bedroom, she felt a sense of peace wash over her, grateful for the reminder that there was more to life than the endless pursuit of perfection.

"We shall have dinner after bathing"

"Yes, my lord!" she said in a teasing tone, her voice full if energy.

He paused and brought her hand to his lips.

I love how happy you are, he mused, his eyes conveying all that.

And I love you too, she thought, her smile large.

They got ready for dinner, ate a hearty one with their guest, Helena who was loud and chatty all lthrough the meal.

And as they entered the cozy sanctuary of their bedroom that, Lydia let out a contented sigh, sinking into the embrace of her husband’s arms.

"Lydia" he mumbled.

"Mmm" she answered, her voice a caress to his racing heart.

"Promise me you will stay" he whispered, his voice uncertain.

"Forever, Theodore" she swore.

"I would chose you if I had a choice and I would stay even if the world is against it, but I do hope it never becomes against it" she whispered her truth.

"Becayse then I alone would have to be against the world" she added strongly.

"No, Lydia you would not be alone, I was born to be against it" he claimed.

He tightened his hold on her and she wondered what was going through his mind.

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth and love of her home, Lydia knew that she had everything she needed right here by her side.

And as they settled in for the night, the gentle rhythm of their breathing lulling them both into a peaceful slumber.

Theodore’s heart overflowed with gratitude for the simple joys that made life truly worth living.

His Gooseberry.

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Dear Critic,

Send out your invitations to the right houses, if some messengers were ladies they would be pregnant by now.

Blasphemous are you ladies for such atrocious habits.

And I advise those with shops for rent should put up a board indicating so, business might be interested.

Also could coaster mongers please be more on the streets? I wonder if the lord of the city would allow that but the desire to find something nice for a purchase right after a few steps is overwhelming.

I have not much for you but hope for the remaining half of the month to be blessed.

Yours Attentive.

Muckraker.

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