Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 47: Losing His Salvation.

Chapter 47: Losing His Salvation.

Last night.

Arley Streets.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire

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Helena felt a tap on her upper arm "Lady" his voice "Wake up, Hello" hazy in her head but someone was calling her out of this peaceful land, she frowned

"Lady, we’re in Critic Arley, how can you fall asleep on me so comfortably?" his voice pierced through her sleepy head and this woke her up

"What are you yapping about this morning" she mumbled her eyes still closed, as she leaned into the hard surface behind her. Conan.

"It’s not morning yet and I said we’re in Critic Arley" he informed her with a sigh before pushing her forward on the horse and jumping down.

"Oh, Where are you going to?" she screeched her eyes wide when she thought she would fall off because he suddenly got down the horse leaving her alone on it, she was extremely scared of heights and on this horse, her legs couldn’t and will never touch the floor.

"I have repeatedly told you that we are in Critic Arley, so get down" he advised his hands on the horse.

She nodded, pouting, her throat dry "Okay" she whispered "Take me to the nearest..." he cut her off coldly

"Where is your house?" he waited for her answer but she only frowned and wiggled her arm for him to help her down.

He cocked his head, a scoff leaving him surprisingly. She sighed and remained seated on the horse that she felt vibrating under her.

"My house is in Critic Ishelm, dear obnoxious" she sassed, her smirk genuine.

"Then what are we doing here?" he asked "You don’t have to answer that, what are you doing in Critic Arley if you only have a house in Critic Ishelm?" his brows furrowed and lips thin, she blinked and remained silent so he continued "Are you here for a relative? Where is the address?" he holds her ocean blue orbs

"I shall stay in the closest inn if you let me down this thing" she countered, slinging her bag over her shoulders tighter. They are parked in an open area that looks like a junction of some sort, A few people are going around but she doesn’t know this area.

"This thing? You ungrateful clingy lady that thing..." he trailed off, his eyes somewhere on the horse’s side "Stop tapping your legs continuously on the horse, it could take off thinking it is an order" She froze, her eyes wide, she did not have to confirm because she was scared to move but she knew they were cold sweats on her forehead.

He cleared his throat "I have important things to attend to before going back to where you dragged me back from? So if you may please tell me where you live? So I can drop you safely there" he offered with a smile that didn’t stretch far, he felt obliged to see her to her house because she had helped him when he could have died in that forest, also he wanted to know where she would live so he can do some research on her.

She shook her head, flipping her tired hair "Gentlemen do not necessarily broadcast their plans this arrogantly, I can understand that you are not" she pointed out, her eyes suddenly full with mischievous strength.

"What?" he snarled shocked

"Take me to a guesthouse or an inn even, I stink" she ordered waving him over to the horse

"At least you know that you stink" he smirked with his reply

"See, I told you, being a gentleman isn’t your Forte" she tutted, shaking her head

"Lady, I cannot take you to a guesthouse, those places are not safe in Critic Arley and it is frowned upon for a spinster to stay alone there" he explained calmly, her eyes focused on his.

"That is my only option for the night, I do not have a house or any relative in Critic Arley, I just relocated here and I am planning to buy a house soon" she narrated in one breath before drawing a sharp breath. A moment ticked by.

She lifted her left brow "Why are you looking at me like that?" she questioned

"Like you’re insane I hope" he growled

She narrowed her eyes "Yes and I’m not, all I said is true and sound" she retorted.

"Houses are very high cost in Critic Arley, did you not hear?" he sassed in that croaky voice she hated.

She shrugged "Just leave me alone kind Sir" she squealed when suddenly she was being lifted off the steed and her dainty feet were placed on the floor, she watched him wide-eyed as he hopped onto his steed, gracefully.

"You’re right, I’m grateful you helped me last time but I think I have returned the favour" he spoke in a chilling tone and rode off leaving behind a stunned, alone and confused Helena behind.

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Noon.

Main hall, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Gooseberry I’m home!" the Lord of Critic Arley who had been out for mere hours got back to his home calling out to his wife but was met with silence and his voice resounding, the kind of stillness that doesn’t echo peace but trouble, making you think if they were signs before something dire happens.

"Gooseberry?" his voice dropped to a lower octave

Dorothy came into the scene from the kitchen, drawing Theodore’s attention, his gold locks flew with the soft wind as he whipped to face the maid. He just knows that his wife is not in the building.

"Where is my wife?" he growled

Joyce joined Dorothy and the way she clenched her teeth proved how much she would’ve preferred she hadn’t stepped out, the Lord looked furious.

"Where. Is. My. Wife?" he asked too slowly, both of them gulped catching each other’s eyes.

"Why are you looking at each other?" he roared out his question

Joyce shook her head, her pale lips speaking "She left not long after you went out of the mansion with Mira and she has not been back since" Her fingers wiggled together.

"Did she tell you where she was going to?" he tried to ask calmly but the apprehensive feeling trickled down his spine.

"No, Lord Theodore" Joyce answered, Dorothy nodded in agreement, too shaken to speak.

"What about Hound?" his heart rate picked up as he snarled

Joyce mumbled "He left after you did, too"

"With my wife?" he barked

"No Lord Theodore, he left before the lady left the house" she squeaked, he clenched his teeth.

"I don’t know how incompetent you must have been to not know where the lady of the house is but if anything happens to her..." he trails off as a shudder goes through his body, making him clench his teeth.

He turned and headed for his cart when a motion tugged his attention, he spun and it was Mira coming from the left wing of the mansion. Where is Lydia? Theodore unconsciously was already walking towards Mira with predatory steps.

"Where are you coming from?" his question came out as a snarl to the already pale maid.

She looked frantic and her lips fell open and close, he narrowed his eyes.

"Where is my wife? Why..." his angry holler trailed off as he heard the sound of flapping from a distance.

The pond.

His eyes widened a fragment before he surged for that area, this cannot happen, he shall not lose his salvation, his own happiness, his light in the darkness life has chucked into him, his favourite ritual, Gooseberry must be fine.

"Lydia!" he roared as he neared and sure enough his wife was fucking sinking and he had been alive, and prancing around with a comfortable breath in his darkened lungs. He dived into the pond and he abhorred how freezing it was, his wife must have been freezing for seconds too long. He saw her instantaneously because he had dressed her in that clothing today, he had left her with a smile and a kiss to remember but now she exists freezing and immobile.

Theodore dropped her on the pondside, she lay unresponsive, swiftly he checked her pulse to ascertain whether she was still breathing, He tapped her shoulder, calling her name but she remained unresponsive, he quickly laid her on a firm surface in the pondside, tilted her head backwards before he lifted her chin to open her airway, they still weren’t breathing not at least an abnormal one so he proceeded to pinch her nose shut, he then sealed her cold mouth completely with his,, he gave her two rescue breaths, each lasting about one second, he checked her pulse, waited for signs of circulation, yet there was still no pulse.

"Gooseberry wake up" he begged, repeating the motion., then he started to compress her chest and a few presses passed before she gasped then sputtered water "Gooseberry" he whispered, gathering her.

"Lydia, stay with me" he mumbled, pressing her cold, wet body to his.

"Theo..." her faint whisper reached him.

His sigh of relief ended inside her mouth as he captured her cold lips in a hot kiss.

He pressed her into him, intent on consuming her.

The kiss is full with fear, sadness and relief, he pecked her face all over.

"You shall never do that again" he ordered in a whisper. She blinked.

"Theodore?"

"Yes, Gooseberry Love"

"I love you"

She succumbed to a darkness so strong she had defied it only till she uttered those words because if she had not she would never have forgiven herself, for she loved him and in that moment when she thought she was dying, she had thought of only him and how much she loved him.

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