Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 155: The Inn.

Chapter 155: The Inn.

Evening.

Carriage, Road.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Lydia remembered her conversation with Theodore last night, the other night after Sandra’s visit to the mansion, they’d been talking so much when she added a question.

"What are we to do about your family?" she had whispered.

He shifted. "The royal family?" he said.

"Well...yes" she answered.

She felt uncomfortable, why is he so distant with them?

Hers ignored her and treated her like a maid but she didn’t exactly hated them, she merely returned their feelings and avoided them, perhaps that’s what he took was doing.

"We shall not talk about them, they are unimportant and full of evil schemes" Theodore said grimly.

"If I could I would love to not be associated with them" he added.

"That can’t happen anymore Theo, they could order for us, anytime" she pointed out.

He sighed. "I know, I am sorry" he apologised.

"You do not have to be, We would be fine, we have each other" she assured him.

"You alone are my family" he whispered back.

Theodore doesn’t believe he had any obligations to the royal house but whether he liked it or not he was royal and some responsibilities came, he also has to show respect and be a reliable subject.

Lydia glanced at him as the carriage rode on it’s steady wheel, he met her eyes and gave her a charming smile. She felt her heart thumping in her chest and so she drew closer to him while he wrapped his arms around her.

"Your hair has a new smell" he commented softly.

She met his eyes. "I do not like it too" she confessed.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I never said I did not like it" he defended himself.

He had noticed the change and despite it not being her famous, Apple and delectability, it wasn’t bad at all, he just preferred what he remembered so he decided if she wanted something new, he could simply adjust and perhaps he could like it too but the comment had slipped right out of him just now.

"You should say it, I know you do not" she replied pointedly.

He had a playful smirk on as he asked. "And how does my Gooseberry know that?"

"Because you have not been smelling it like you use to before" she countered, her lips pressed on a firm line.

He grabbed his chest exaggeratedly. "I have not?!"

She rolled her eyes. "Cut it out Theodore, there is no point acting clueless" she advised.

"I am not acting clueless I just never knew I was obviously showing my dislike for whatever the new thing you have begun to add to your hair is"

"That was a rather long and breathlessness invoking sentence" she sassed before resting her head on his shoulder.

"Why do you use it?" he asked after a beat of silence.

"It is an oil" she said simply.

"A lady at the marketplace said it will ward off bad energy..." she trailed off in her explanation.

"Helena confirmed it? Lydia" he called her name when he noticed her reluctance to reply.

"No, she did not," she paused "She was not with me when I purchased it" she completed.

Her body shifted the more she talked.

"Why did both of you get separated in the marketplace? Why did nobody tell me about it" he asked and Lydia suddenly wondered if he had always been such a dramatic husband.

Why was she noticing only now?

She sat properly, facing him with a serious face.

"Theodore, it was not anything serious, she wanted to purchase a gift for Conan" she explained.

Theodore took her face in his palm. Held her eyes and whispered. "Gooseberry, you are not bad luck and I alone would wade off bad energy for you okay?" she licked her lips in response.

"You do not need this" he said softly using his index finger to move errant hair away from her face.

"I only need you" she whispered to him, eyes affectionate and true.

"And I, you’ he swore, his eyes affectionate and true.

The resistance was non existent and they immediately joined with their lips, they tasted each other savagely, with passion and love.

"Hoo!" a sound.

They broke their kiss with a laugh from Lydia who was red as a tomato now and a smile on Theodore’s lips as he watched her.

"Conan has finally caught up with us" Theodore commented as he traced his finger through the line of her lip.

"He is fast" she said breathless.

"It is the horse, and I am sure he went elsewhere first" he observed, trailing his finger downwards.

"To Helena maybe?" she guessed, her breathe shallow.

Theodore swiped jus tongue across his lips. "I doubt that, to his mother I shall put my bet"

"We are taking a bet?" she gasped, as he added a bit of pressure on her pulse point.

"Do you wish to?" Theodore.

"You are putting words in my mouth" and that drew his gaze to said lips. They looked inviting.

"I am betting a long savoury kiss if he went to see Helena" his thumb pressing chin.

She laughed heartily all the worries about the Citadel vanished. "That is not how this works" she said through her laugh.

Her laughter had drew her farther, his arm resting uselessly, he felt, by his side.

"And if he went to see his mother, we shall make love wherever I want" Theodore promised his bet.

She adjusted her dress. "Does that mean I failed?"

"It means I get to fuck you" he growled, his eyes darkening.

"Where do...what will..." she stuttered her reply.

"Relax Gooseberry, the time shall come" he advised.

"Come here," he growled, she met his eyes and her insides clenched at the intensity of desire inside. She tentatively shifted, her big dress restricting. "Closer" he added, his arms reaching for her.

And he captured her lips in a beautiful kiss, he drew her lower lip into her mouth and suckled on it, his eyes closed and drowning in the feeling that is her.

Lydia scouted closer to him while he pulled her tighter, his groan following.

She moaned when he fondled and massaged her breasts through the dress, they kissed like they wanted to consume the other wholly.

Theodore and Lydia travelled in the dimly twilight of a late Ishiren evening, they are now adorned in a noble attire, traversed the countryside in their opulent carriage.

The carriage, is still as royal as they had entered it. Directed by Blanc, it glided gracefully along the winding road, its polished exterior catching the fading light.

The two imposing guards from the Citadel in their immaculately tailored uniforms beside the carriage rode on their horses, their expressions stern yet vigilant.

Their swords gleamed in the fading light and so did Conan’s, it was a silent testament to their readiness to protect their charges at any cost.

Tom rode comfortably beside Conan who would sometime ride behind the carriage and sometimes ahead Blanc.

The next day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, Theodore opened the little window between then and Blanc to order him.

"Take us to any inn that is nearest" his words.

"Of course Lord Theodore"

A few more rides and Conan signaled for the carriage to halt at a quaint inn nestled amidst the rolling hills.

The inn, had timbered exterior and a warm glow emanating from within, it offered an easily welcoming respite from the journey.

With elegance that Lydia believed Theodore was born with, he smiled at her and offered his hand, he assisted Lydia from the carriage, her silk gown rustling softly as she descended.

"Theodore" she complained along with her lips.

He drew her into his arms. "Dearest Gooseberry," he whispered. "We have arrived" she nodded into his chest without looking.

"The inn seems a bit of a charming abode for the night, does it not?" he asked and she finally left his embrace, she glanced at the inn, Conan was already there talking to someone.

"Indeed, Theodore, It appears quite cozy". she turned into his arms again. Her head on his chest.

"I shall be glad to stretch my legs after such a long journey." she confessed.

Theodore hummed his arms steadying her.

The last time Lydia had had to travel this far was with her family when the same King had ordered for them.

The Statham family. The journey hadn’t been easy that time too because they barely rested and the cute knight was being pushy. She believed it was better now with her Theodore.

The royal guards dismounted, their presence a silent assurance of safety in the gathering dusk, but also a glaring evidence of what laid ahead.

They stepped inside the inn and the aroma of hearty fare greeted all of them, the sent mingled with the crackling of the hearth and the murmur of conversation.

Lydia smiled because she always felt energised where a gathering is.

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