Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 219: My Wife.

Chapter 219: My Wife.

Hours later.

Lydia strolled through the hallways of her transformed home, her heart swelling with pride and satisfaction. When she had come to this place, it had been a dark and eerie relic, filled with the ghosts of a bygone era. Now, through her vision and tireless efforts, it had become a beacon of warmth and comfort, a true noble home that exuded elegance and grace. Her timeless style.

As she walked, her eyes took in the meticulous details of each room, starting with the dining room. Once a cold, imposing space, it now radiated a welcoming charm.

The heavy drapes had been replaced with light, airy curtains that allowed the sunlight to flood in, casting a golden glow over the polished oak table.

The walls, still dark but would soon be adorned with tasteful artwork and family portraits, lending a personal touch to the room.

The crystal chandelier above the table sparkled brilliantly, a testament to countless hours spent polishing every facet.

Lydia could already envision lively dinner parties with friends and family, laughter echoing through the room. If only it could happen soon.

Next, she made her way to the powder room. This small but essential space had been transformed into a jewel box of luxury.

The dark, musty interior had given way to pastel curtained walls, a marble vanity, and a gilt mirror that reflected the soft light from the delicate sconces.

Fresh flowers in a porcelain vase added a touch of nature, and the air was scented with lavender. It was a haven of tranquility, perfect for moments of quiet reflection.

The office was a space of stately elegance and efficiency.

The large desk, a centerpiece of the room, was an antique she had restored herself, its surface now gleaming under the light of a brass desk lamp.

Rich, burgundy curtains framed the windows, complementing the deep green walls and creating an atmosphere of focus and inspiration.

Lydia could see herself and Theodore working here, planning the future of their mansion and their family even though it wasn’t as furnished as his own office.

Her red library, Mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, filled with volumes on history, literature, and law. The library was Lydia’s crowning achievement. What had once been a dusty, unused room was now a haven of knowledge and imagination.

Tall, wooden shelves, polished to a high sheen, were filled with carefully curated books. Comfortable armchairs and reading nooks invited hours of escape into the pages of a good book.

A large window seat, cushioned and bathed in natural light, provided a cozy spot to read while overlooking the garden. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds created a serene atmosphere, perfect for losing oneself in a novel.

Her fingers traced the spines of the books, each one carefully chosen to fill the library with a wealth of knowledge and entertainment. This room was her sanctuary, a place where she could retreat and find solace in the worlds contained within the pages.

The parlor was a masterpiece of comfort and style. Soft, plush sofas in muted tones were arranged around a grand fireplace, which now crackled warmly instead of looming cold and empty.

The once gloomy room was brightened with tasteful, colorful rugs and vibrant cushions. Shelves filled with beloved knick-knacks and family heirlooms added a lived-in feel. This was a place where they could relax, entertain guests, and create cherished memories and it was the brightest place in the whole building.

Mathilda quietly followed her with a tray of refreshments.

In the kitchen, the transformation was nothing short of miraculous. What had been a dark and outdated space for Hound was now the heart of the home. Gleaming countertops, modern appliances, and ample storage made it a cook’s dream.

The kitchen store was stocked with fresh produce, spices, and everything needed to prepare hearty, delicious meals. Lydia could imagine teaching her children to cook here, the air filled with the scent of baking bread and simmering stews or the butler could do the honor.

As she continued her tour, she paused at the nursery. Her chest tightening, It was a room filled with dreams and possibilities. Soft pastels adorned the walls, and delicate lace curtains fluttered gently in the breeze from the open windows. A rocking chair stood in one corner, ready to soothe a sleepy child.

Tiny wooden toys were neatly arranged on shelves, waiting for the day little hands would bring them to life. Lydia could almost hear the laughter of her future children, seeing their curious faces exploring the room. This space was a promise of the family she and the Duke would build together.

And then she shed a tear for the one she lost before quickly wiping it and moving on to the master suite, where elegance and comfort were perfectly balanced. The four-poster bed, draped in luxurious fabrics, was a haven of rest and intimacy. The adjoining sitting area, with its plush chairs and personal touches, offered a private retreat for her and her husband. Here, they would share their dreams and worries, their triumphs and challenges, strengthening the bond that had brought them to this point.

She walked outside, The lake and lagoon area, once neglected with overgrown plants and weeds, now sparkled invitingly. The water was a clear, inviting blue, and the surrounding stone patio was lined with comfortable lounge chairs and vibrant potted plants.

The garden beyond had been tamed into a lush paradise of blooming flowers, neatly trimmed hedges, and winding paths. It was a sanctuary for morning swims and lazy afternoons, a perfect backdrop for family gatherings and quiet moments of relaxation.

Lydia made her way to the expansive garden, a vibrant, blooming paradise. Roses, peonies, and lilies painted the landscape with a riot of colors, their scents mingling in the warm air. Stone pathways meandered through the garden, leading to secluded benches where one could sit and reflect. A small pond, complete with lily pads and darting fish, added to the tranquil beauty. This garden was a labor of love, a place where her family could enjoy the simple pleasures of nature.

She was grateful to Hound for this one.

She walked further away from the mansion before she stopped and looked up at it. They were wall ivy crawling up, trusting the walls, little white flowers too, at least that was colours.

Standing there, Lydia felt a profound sense of fulfillment. She had taken a dark and eerie mansion and breathed new life into it, turning it into a home that was bright, warm, and filled with love. Every room, every detail, was a testament to her vision and dedication. She could see a future here, a future where she and Theodore would raise their children, surrounded by beauty and comfort.

Lydia took a deep breath, feeling the love and happiness that now permeated every corner of their home. She was confident that they would live happily ever after here, in the sanctuary she had so lovingly created. This house, once a relic of the past, was now a beacon of hope for the future, a place where dreams would come true and memories would be made.

The sound of hooves and carriage was carried by the wind to Lydia’s spot picking the pace of her heart, soon steps echoed on the cobblestone behind her but she doesn’t turn as she slowly settled her breathing.

"My wife," Theodore bellowed from behind her, she’d known it was him but his voice confirmed it and the heart she had been settling rose again, hammering her ribcage.

She turned around and there stood Theodore, his handsome, kind self and she felt a sudden immense sadness wash over her, it blanketed her back pushing her forward, she rushed into his forever waiting arms and their lips collided, full, hot and demanding yet chill from the cold, their eyes clamped shut as they got lost in the moment, Theodore wrapped his strong arms around her possessively, pressing her into him while she moaned and melted into him, her palm caressed his chest till she wrapped her wrist around his neck, she broke the kiss to breath but Theodore only drew her in, his palm cupping her head he drew her in and ravaged her lips like a starved man, he sucked nibbled and licked her lips, the taste of honey that she had in her tea lingered in her mouth and he savoured it like a worshiper that he is, her fingers threaded his hair in a gentle massage while his palm caressed her back, up and down.

They had to break the kiss to catch a breathe but they missed each other immediately. Instead what stopped Theodore dead in the motion was when he saw silent pain leaking through her eyes, she was crying while passionately kissing him. "Did I hurt you, my love" he panicked, checking her face for any sign of hurt.

Her lips parted for an uncontrollable sob before she smiled, "Gooseberry-" she cut him off.

"I love you – I just felt this immense sadness, I missed you" she confided, her lips wet and red from biting it to stop its trembling.

"Oh my love, come" and he lifted her bridal style as they went back into their room to cuddle, to feel the warmth of comfort for memories past, feeling unaccounted for, for a love uncontrolled.

A love that bloomed in a dark mansion built with pain and secrets, in walls that had literal ears, a love that lasted the kingdom’s hate and the confusion of couples, it grew even in the purest form.

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