Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 58: The Most Hated Couple Loving.

Chapter 58: The Most Hated Couple Loving.

Bedroom.

Theodore Mansion.

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Theodore gulped as Lydia shrugged her soft silky cloak out of her body with ease, she stood in front of him in all her glory waiting for him to proceed with the initial plan or drift to devouring her, Theodore smiled in defeat as he took the body oil from her grasp, he dropped a good amount on his palm and started to caress it from her neck slowly and sensually down her shoulders, she shivered when he trailed his long fingers down her spine, he traced her body with his palm after touching the oil, from her shoulders, her arm, elbow, wrist and down to the tip of her fingers, he massaged them before doing the same with the other hand.

"Raise your hand" he ordered, his voice husky.

She followed and he ran his palm over her body caressing and adding oil to her skin.

He got to her chest and despite his inexplicable urge to suck on her tits he settled for massaging them, he rounded her pink and peaking nipples and also resisted the urge to tug them. He went down to her back, her butt cheek where he dropped a kiss upon contact, he massaged her inner thighs where he caught a whiff of her scent. She was wet for him but he was intent on dressing her up.

He added the oil to her feet and then met her eyes with a question he couldn’t settle his mind to know the next thing to put on her. He would rather have her naked.

"The bloomers" she whispered breathlessly, holding his electric blue eyes. He took the white bloomers they had picked together and offered them to her feet, she raised it and he skipped it up to her waist, he placed a kiss on her hair.

The petticoat came next and there was a stripper, she looked so full, he gulped before turning her around to have her hair in a messy bun. He dropped a kiss under her ears simultaneously before he lifted her and sat her on the high bed took her left feet and added her peach stockings onto her slender feet, he took the lacey garter from the bed and fastened the top to her thighs. She gazed at him affectionately as he did the same with her right leg.

Theodore then drew her out of the bed, he couldn’t resist any longer he took her lips into a soft kiss and she melted into his arms, he devoured her lips to his satisfaction before helping her into her peach dress.

Buttoning up the dress he whispered ’You look ethereal’ She giggled and advised him to finish first.

Her tangled hair straightened after Theodore’s attentive, love and care for it, her black hair glistened as he then added oil. Now he smelled like apples and something delectable like his Gooseberry.

"Jewelry, Yes" her husband seems to recall now.

She shook her head "I don’t have much of that, the crystal is already on me" She pointed at the magical necklace he had made for her the last time.

"We shall need to fix that, forgive me, wife" he apologized with a frown. She wiped it with her index finger.

"I would like to go with you to buy my pieces of jewellery," she said to him.

"As my lady wishes, it is" Theodore worshipped.

She giggled, her eyes twinkling. Theodore loved seeing her happy so he kissed her smile.

"Go, get ready for today" she prompted her eyes clouded with lust.

He left for the bathroom to freshen up while Lydia watched herself in the mirror, she felt beautiful, perhaps because her husband cherished her. She smiled, her skin flushed.

Theodore stepped out of the hot water bath wholly naked and as she watched him desire cloaked her being. He confidently strutted to his wife.

"Clothe me Gooseberry" he growled.

"Yes, husband" she blushed.

She wanted him to have a winter look with a cloak, so she started with a white dress shirt, one that had a high, stiff collar and detachable collar studs. He moved along in her direction as she paired it with high-waisted, wide-legged trousers that fell just above his ankles.

Lydia sighed and then added suspenders to keep the trousers in place. Theodore appeared proud of her.

Lydia with ease layered a vest over the white shirt, and then she used a notched lapel, she intended to select a coordinating bow tie but her husband hated ties, so no ties.

The jacket she wore for him was a morning coat, it featured a tail at the back it fitted snugly at the waist as the lapels were narrow.

She was getting exhausted because he was taller and kept trying to kiss her.

Lydia swiftly selected a pocket square for her husband’s breast pocket, and to finish the look, she helped him into his boots.

She handed him accessories, cufflinks, a pocket watch, and a homburg but he chuckled and dropped them back reminding her he was not going out today so she needed not to dress him in cloaks and fur neither did she need to give him accessories that were for outings.

"You look wonderful" she complimented with a shy smile.

"This is all the handiwork of my wife" Theodore claimed as he twirled for her.

"Let’s have a great day husband" Gooseberry hoped.

"With you by my side, every day is golden" Theodree declared openly, Lydia agreed.

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Hallway.

Theodore Mansion.

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"Good morning, Lord Theodore" the voice of the maids attacked the couple in unison the second they stepped out of their room.

"Good morning, Lady Theodore" they added.

Lydia’s palm was inside her husband’s arm relishing its warmth, she smiled. "Good morning Joyous, Dorothy and Mira" Lydia responded "I hope you had a wonderful night" She asked a question.

They all smiled, Mira even wider. "Yes thank "Yes Lady Theodore," Dorothy said.

"Morning my Lady! My lord!" Mira suddenly shrieked holding all the females’ attention "With a new chance given to me I couldn’t have slept any better" Mira claimed, her voice loud.

"Thank you lady Theodore" She bowed, her ass in the air and Lydia could not shake her head, she cleared her throat and the maid rose.

"It is fine Mira, I was stereotypical on you from the beginning prompting the distance" Lydia commented, she looked at her husband and their eyes met making her blush.

What is he doing?

Theodore had not said a word since but positively watched his gorgeous, elegant wife, the way she transforms in front of people is brilliant, she is his wife Gooseberry this moment and the next she is the Lady of Critic Arley.

"It is Lady Theodore and Lord Theodore, neither I nor my wife is yours" The lord of Critic Arlry declared. Everyone shuddered at the darkness his voice dripped.

Mira bowed "I am deeply sorry Lord Theodore, forgive me Lady Theodore" she pleaded but none of them spoke a word and a suffocating silence attacked the maids.

"Breakfast is ready" Joyous invited breaking the silence.

Theodore looked at his wife, he held her face "You go ahead, I shall join you in a minute" he dropped a kiss on her cheek and left for his office.

He had some things to take care of.

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Noon.

Marketplace.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"I need a bundle of papers please and a quill pen" Helena asked from the young man who sold at a store in the market. She had stepped out to purchase her writing tools.

Helena had always composed the news article that she sold using a quill pen and ink to write, often ensuring her handwriting was distinct to maintain anonymity. She also only sold to the big city, Critic Arley.

She had chosen the Pseudonym Muckraker to tease every reader or whoever made it to the papers. When she started the business she had been younger and scared, she was alone and bored, and all she had was her pile of writing and information she got from her dreams, she was drowning in her mind so she started inking them on papers and then she wanted to share her dreams and visions.

Lord helped her Critic Atley thrived on gossip.

She didn’t know how to publish then but she had to and trust had been crucial between her and the publisher she found in Critic Arley so she had erased it, as both the writer and the publisher risked legal consequences for broadcasting dissenting views, so she used magic to make the publisher forget their business after she collects the work, which was why she delivered it to the joint she made famous by adding a siren no human knew was calling them.

She received her money from the old lady who owned the shop, she had recognized Helena the second time she had come to drop her papers, the risk had been too much and the old Critic Arlian was the first one who showed her kindness.

Helena thinks she has met the second one. Sir Conan Jones. A knight of Critic-Ishire.