Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual -
Chapter 81: Theodore & Lydia going to Conan’s Bungalow.
Chapter 81: Theodore & Lydia going to Conan’s Bungalow.
Afternoon.
Conan’s Bungalow.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"Good morning My lady" Helena wished the old lady.
She had been at home for a while after Conan left. Her mind pondered what could be making him come back home late today as he had said he would.
Those he perhaps have someone he is courting? She thought.
Or he just doesn’t feel like spending his whole free day with her. She sighed and decided she needed something to get her mind off of Conan.
Ebony.
The old lady had taken her time before answering the door, Helena had started to think perhaps she wasn’t at home or she was taking a nap.
Turned out she was inside after all.
The old lady smiled at Helena as she asked her."Oh, how are you, my dear?"
Helena easy to make smile and easy to tears she replied. "I am fine, how is ebony doing?"
"She is doing well, he meowed through the night, perhaps missing you," the old lady said, her stick coming to a stop feels away from Helena.
Helena caught onto something in the woman’s sentence making her eyes widen. "You think it is female?"
"Yes, it is, I just know," the old lady said with certainty.
Helena smiled through her teeth, she was curious but she wouldn’t ask the lady how she knew the animal was female.
It had looked really male to her.
With how slow and long the old lady took to say a sentence, Helena thought she would rather the woman just use hand gestures.
"Come inside" the old lady invited Helena, her steps weak and slow as she entered her house.
Helena looked left and right before gingerly she stepped inside too.
Looking around and finding cosy, minimal yet honey things Helena smiled "You have a nice house," she said.
"Thank you Paul insisted we live here now I cannot see myself anywhere else" The old lady gave a small nod as she told the story.
Helena pouted in thought. "Perhaps because you are now old" she pointed out and it sounded more like a question.
"No, because I became in love because I am now in love"
At the old lady’s wording, Helena looked thoughtful. "Love" she said and suddenly she appeared solemn.
She might never find love, she thought.
If par adventure anybody falls in love with her, they would leave when they find out what she actually is.
A witch, a magic practitioner.
She sighed, her insecurities bleeding out.
The old lady oblivious to the emotions Helena was going through continued her speech "Love does that to you, it makes you see the better of what it is and then you become very forgiving of what it’s not" she said.
Helena smiled bitterly and before she could say anything, her ocean-blue eyes caught ebony.
"Ebony!"
Helena exclaimed excitedly as her arms swept up the small Texado cat coming towards her on its tiny little feet.
She gazed at it as she longingly asked. "Did you miss mama?"
The cat purred and nudged its head into Helena.
She looked down at her dress and was shocked at the amount of fur that had left the cat already just at their little contact.
"Her furs come off too easily" she said with a frown looking at the old lady she now assumes is a cat expert.
"That must be how the cat is my dear"
Helena spent time with Ebony and the old lady whom she found out had lost her husband Paul whom she had been talking about. She now lives in the small house alone without offspring until Helena brought her a cat.
The day was fast and easy and suddenly it was early evening so Helena bid goodbye to the old lady and her cat, despite Conan’s house having a room that whispers, she found comfort in it.
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Early Evening.
Roadside, Near Conan’s Bungalow.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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The ride back home was a smooth one filled with passion for the occupants of the carriage but suddenly the continuous motion of the carriage disrupted and it then came to a halt.
Lydia looked at the front with curiosity. She could count the times she had gone out but that doesn’t make her completely oblivious to the road. She felt it was too early for the carriage to stop now.
"What happened Blanc?"
Her eyes met with Theodore who answered her question immediately. "The wheels broke down Gooseberry, we should wait for it to be fixed," he said.
Theodore stepped out of the carriage before helping his wife out of it too. Her step is ginger and her palm is soft.
"Where are we going to?"
Lydia succumbed to curiosity when her husband started to lead them away from the ride without a word.
"Conan lives just down this area" Theodore replied, his large palm circling her smaller ones.
Lydia’s eyes widened as she asked "We are going to his house?" she enjoyed going out.
Having been in isolation all her life every and any foreign place interested Lydia.
"Yes, wife, we shall go to his bungalow" Theodore clarified.
Lydia looked up at him from the side. "You do not assume he is at home, do you? Because we gave him a task" she pointed out with a raised brow.
"No Gooseberry I do not assume, I know he is not at his bungalow" he replied.
There was once a time Theodore would run off to his friend’s place, that was when he didn’t have his mansion. They knew where the other key would be and they still know, just as they had each other’s back.
Lydia frowned as she asked. "Why then are we going there?"
Theodore entwined their fingers as he replied. "I do not plan to let my wife wait out in the cold as the wheels get changed, that is why we are going to his bungalow" he finished.
"You have his keys?" she asked surprised.
Theodore paused in his steps, his gold locks leaving the hold the band had on it. A few locks flew to his face.
"You’re adorable Lydia" he said as he gazed at her with love and affection coating his eyes.
"So adorable" he added before he continued his walk.
"We are going to Conan’s house" she whispered to herself but Theodore heard.
"Yes we are" he confirmed.
Theodore replied, his steps measured to not cause Lydia discomfort.
Theodore is allowed to Conan’s bungalow just as Conan was allowed to Theodore’s mansion.
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Evening.
Dark Alley.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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In a dark alley somewhere on the borders of Critic Arley and Critic Ishelm two men stood around Conan who just jumped down his steed.
He was still dressed like a knight that he had worn out of the house.
He had told Helena he would be coming back home late today because he had planned to come to meet these bandits, they had sent him a letter to meet them here yesterday, and they had requested peas, when he got to the marketplace he had met the lord and his lady, now he’d had to deliver the chandeliers Lydia had purchased.
The bandits approach him with purpose, their attire dark and gloomy.
"We barely believed you would show up" one of the two men groaned, his steps heavy as he approached the knight.
"You looked all fresh and lovely we thought you ditched us, ya actually came" the other continued
"Yea, where’s your girl, mate?" the first one is a short man with teeth Conan would be happy to forget asked.
"You requested for a sack of peas" Conan stated, ignoring their questions and comments.
"Is that it you gat?!" he asked at Conan’s obvious ignorance at his question.
"Yes take it" Conan gestured to the sack in the cart hooked to his horse.
He unhooked it and waited for them.
"Will you still reject my offer for a job?" he asked the men but they groaned.
"Yes, leave your job, we don’t want it," they said.
Conan shook his head slightly, he found the way the man talked funny and was holding back a laugh.
"I shall advise you to refrain from attacking travellers, a punishment will be given to you if you get caught" he promised with his advice, his eyes firm and deadly.
"Then we shall never get caught," the short one said with a dirty grin, his second nudged his ribs as he turned to Conan.
"Thank you, kind sir," he said.
Conan nodded before climbing onto his stead, he had a long ride home.
As he strutted his horse in the other direction one of the men said. "Take care of ya lady, never seen a witch that calm" he froze along with his horse.
"You think she’s a witch?" Conan asked curiously. His shoulders tight.
His question met the nonchalant men, they had become comfortable in the presence of a knight despite being bandits.
"Of course, what then did she say she is? A fairy?" the bandit laughed at his stupid joke.
Conan held a frown as he asked.
"Why do you think she is a witch?"
One of the bandits shook his head. "How we know she a witch?" He corrected.
"She has gat the eyes, no normal a person has those," the short bandit said and then they left.
Conan frowned before he rode away at a frightening speed.
If Helena is a witch because of her eyes then does that make Lady Lydia a witch too?
Ocean blue eyes.
They had thesame colour of eyes.
No, He thought.
The bandits must be wrong about the signs or they simply lied to him.
Lady Lydia cannot be a witch.
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