Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 49: A Night With Sir Obnoxious.

Chapter 49: A Night With Sir Obnoxious.

Night.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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The physician opened the doors of the Ladys’ bedroom and he came face to face with Theodore who was about to step inside too, Theodore had been with Lydia since noon till the physician had arrived before the evening, the man had asked the anxious husband to step out because he had started to become a nuisance with all the question. Theodore had ended up attempting to end Hound had Conan not stepped in.

"The lady asked after you, she needs rest and to be well taken care of for the next few days" the physician informed in a whisper.

"Thank you, She will see you out" Theodore said, nudging his chin towards Joyce who stood with her head low.

The physician nodded, tapping Theodores’ shoulders. "I’m happy for you, son, you’re finally getting some happiness in your life"

Theodore grunted a thank you, before leaving the old man outside. He doesn’t know how to be with his wife now but he misses her still.

Lydia lay facing her side on their bed, her breathing soft and steady, Theodore thinking she was asleep decided to sit on the chair beside the beside, watching her sleeping pretty face instead of waking her up by dipping himself inside the bed, but Lydia was half awake and missing her husband.

"Where were you Theodore?" she whispered, her throat dry.

He rushed to her side, gently pressing her shoulders back on the bed as she tried to get up.

"I’m here, wife" he noted

She blinked "I woke up and you weren’t here, why?" she asked but instead of a reply, he offered her a cup of water instead, helping her drink.

"I’m sorry Gooseberry, I couldn’t watch you lay lifeless for that long" he growled when she got her fill in the water.

Lydia smiled "I wasn’t lifeless" she claimed.

"You told me you loved me" Theodore said out of the blue.

"Yes I do," she said again.

He held her eyes, his index tracing her jaw "You must have thought you were dying" he mumbled

"All I thought about was living you in this dark, colourless mansion" she confessed in a whispered breath. She smiled reaching for his face.

Theodore smiled got into bed and pulled her into his arms, her head tucked under his chin, her scent filling his lungs with air.

"You’ll never do that again" he breathed into her hair.

"Do what again, darling husband?" she said in a muffled voice.

He sighed, and took his time before whispering into the night "Be on the verge of death"

"I never want to be on the verge of death again, Theodore" She snuggled closer.

"And you will not go near the lake either" he added

"Now, that is impossible I already have plans for that lake, it looks lovely we could beautify it, it is bland and natural like your mansion but it’s also dark and sad, I want to make it blue.

"Our Mansion, Gooseberry, our mansion"

"Yes, Theodore, Everything ours" she whispered in agreement before drifting into the appealing darkness behind her eyes.

Theodore sighed, vowing to never let Lydia get in front of danger again.

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Sir Conan’s Bungalow.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Lady?... When you’re done come down for dinner, you must be hungry" Conan yelled through the door and seconds later she grunted, and then he assumed she heard and agreed.

Conan looked up from the plate he was setting on the table and the ceramic almost slipped from his fingers.

Helena looked ten times prettier than she had been since he had met her, the travel, the stress and the dirt must have taken a toll on her petite body.

She has the darkest of hairs, similar to Lady Lydia, her eyes blue like the deeper part of the ocean, her lips shaped with a small bow on the upper lip, she smiled saying something but Conan was lost in those pearly whites, gleaming under her parted lips.

The white satin twilight dress she is wearing highlights everything, making him gulp.

"...had thought you would make a simple meal" Her voice finally pierced his flooded mind

"I am a man full of surprises" he gloated.

"Okay, this food should give me the strength you took away from me" She mumbled as she got into the food, it was divine and so much better than she’d had for days, she got a fill and felt heavy.

Conan watched her with newfound interest, his wonder. if someone as simple and cute as this could be a witch.

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*Late in the night*

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Helena had grabbed the opportunity Conan offered by staying here but despite her weakened state, she could feel a dark energy lurking around the room he had assigned to her and she couldn’t stay there, she sprang up abruptly, picking her blanket with her she headed for his room with a frown. His bungalow is warm and spacious, yet with only two bedrooms, he must have never expected to have visitors. She felt heavy and drowsy yet couldn’t sleep in the other room.

"Sir obnoxious?" she tapped on his door "Hello?" she called into the night. No answer.

She cleared her throat producing a smaller note to her voice afterwards "Lord Theodore’s right-hand man?" she called but he must be intent on ignoring her because he left for his room just a while ago.

"You need to open the door something is wrong" she yelped.

The door swung open "What is it?" he snarled.

She pushed him to the side with her elbow "Move, I don’t like the room you gave me, you can take it for yourself instead" she admitted moving further in, his room looked more alive than the other.

"Whatever does that mean, this is my house!" he growled following right after her.

"I am in the know that this is your home but that doesn’t mean you shall give me a room that whispers and has been abandoned for however long, I want a room that is alive" she whined.

Home. He mauled over that title for his house thinking of how off it felt to describe his house like that.

"What is your name?" he asked suddenly

"Why?"

"What. Is. Your. Name?" he spelt out, holding her now widened eyes.

She squeaked "Helena!"

"Of what house?" he raised a brow.

She got her countenance back "What is happening? Why do you suddenly care?" she sassed

"I’m taking you back to them, you ungrateful clingy lady, where is your family so I can deliver you" he countered, his shoulders firm

"I... I’m sorry" she whispered before turning deeper into the bedroom.

"Where are you going to?" he snarled

She said over her shoulders "I certainly shall not take that room, no matter how sorry I am"

"I do not want you on my bed!" he barked rushing after her but keeping a safe distance still.

"To think that I’m intending to lie on a bed that has probably bedded gazillion of women because of circumstance, you should be happy" she sassed, climbing onto his bed with ease, her size cute on the bed, in the eyes of Conan, before his face hardened.

Conan watched her with a chilliness that she barely felt, What is this woman doing to him? He couldn’t just let her take away his space and peace, she was a tiny piece of flesh and bone.

Helena sighed comfortably as she lay on the comfiest of beds she had ever laid on, the mattress dipped low when she shook or touched any part of it. Suddenly a dip behind her.

"What are you doing?" she spurted, her eyes wide as she turned to come face to face with Conan in the darkness.

He ignored her. Laid on his back on the edge of the large bed and then pulled the blanket from under her, she had brought hers along.

Helena fell asleep minutes later, immediately, her breathing regular and her body slack and relaxed, she felt safe and comfortable.

Conan however left the room in the night to travel down to Theodore’s mansion because he could not sleep, it had also been a great idea as he had saved Hound from having his head rolling off.

What a day to return to Critic Arley.

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Midnight.

Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Where are you going to?" Theodore asked as he caught Mira stealthily leaving the mansion.

"My Lord..." she squeaked

He growled, his eyes filled with contempt "It is Lord Theodore"

"Yes," she nodded.

"You left my question unanswered, where are you going to with your satchel" he repeated

"I... I need to wash, and..." she stumbled over her words

"I would prefer I deal with you tonight but I don’t wish to be away from my wife for an extended period, Take her away" he said to Blanc who lurked in the shadows.

"My lord, my lord this is a misunderstanding, she wanted to see the mansion, you know how curious she is" she yelped

"You don’t talk about my wife that way!" he barked, his eyes livid, she froze her head nodding continuously in agreement.

"Take her away to the darkest parts of the dungeons alone." he waved her off before he took angry strides towards his sleeping wife. He missed her already.

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