Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 83: Preparing Luck For The New Month.

Chapter 83: Preparing Luck For The New Month.

Late evening.

Conan’s Bungalow.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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A rush of air met Helena who was turning to step back inside the house, she looked at the direction it generated from and it was Conan who had rode swiftly past her just now.

"Is that Theodore?"

He asked as he veered around to meet her.

Quickly he jumped down the steed as she answered. "Yes, that is in fact, Lord Theodore"

He paled slightly, drawing her into his arms, he held both her arms tightly. "What happened?" he questioned as he met her empty ocean-blue eyes.

But before she could answer he looked her up to down, thoroughly. "Are you okay?" he asked inspecting her for any injury.

"Helena" he called out when she remained quiet.

She gasped as his large palm held her face, keeping her gaze locked with his.

"Yes, I... am okay" she whispered, stuttering a bit.

"Why..." he trailed off.

Helena dropped his arm from her body, the closeness was making her feel hot and bothered.

"Their wheel broke," she said, looking at his steed instead of him.

He cleared his throat before nodding "What did you eat today?" he asked as he guided his steed to the shelter.

Helena’s eyes widened, she had been so busy talking with Lydia that after missing her lunch she had also missed the early dinner she had planned to have. "I completely forgot to-" he cut her off with the way he turned to her abruptly, she was right behind him.

He paused and quickly asked. "What? Why would you forget to eat?"

Perhaps she didn’t like to eat outside, he frowned upon the thought.

"Where were you?" she asked him instead of answering.

He blinked before he answered. "The bandits" he knew she would remember and she did.

"Oh? I believe they’re off our backs now" she pointed out also expecting a confirmation from him.

He had reached the stall and was tying the steed to its place. "Yes they are" he replied.

Without thinking he took her wrist and pulled her out of the place. "Now, come let’s get you fed" he said.

Helena too, consumed with excitement bounced after him as she told him. "I saw Lady Theodore today"

Her gaze landed on his sword before he pulled the belt. He let her wrist go to drop it.

"You did?" he then asked her to which she replied.

"You didn’t tell me that we looked alike" it was a soft scold.

"Yes, you do look alike" he agreed with a nod.

"I was so surprised..." and just like that Helena spent the night telling Conan about her newfound friend, their connection and how she intends to visit the lady.

Conan could only smile, sigh and nod.

He had freaked out when he heard that Theodore had been in the house, his doubt about Helena being a witch was getting stronger and he didn’t want her to get on Theodore’s bad side. Now Helena becoming closer to Lydia might become risky as that would bring her closer to Theodore or perhaps if she is closer then he would see that all the witches are not the same.

Conan sighed as he turned to face Helena’s sleeping face. Her black hair is in a bun, he had advised her to do that before going to bed so as to prevent the hair from tangling.

He smiled as it appeared she had listened.

Slowly as he watched her, he slept off too.

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Night.

Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Welcome back home Lady Theodore"

"Welcome back home Lord Theodore"

The employed of the Theodore Mansion stood outside, welcoming their Lord and Lady in unison.

This was the first outing the couple had and they had returned late too.

The couple paused.

Lydia looked at them until she noticed Shade behind them with a smile.

It appeared creepy to Lydia but she returned it.

"Thank you, Dorothy, Joyous please have a good night"

Mira was not in the crowd.

Joyous stood straight. "Sorry Lady Theodore we have to object but you must have dinner first" she said.

Lydia chuckled before agreeing. "You are right, I had completely forgotten" she confessed.

As the couple walked inside, Dorothy quickly added. "We shall also help you take your bath" her voice is eager.

They had only helped Lydia bathe once since they had arrived in the mansion because the lord took care of his wife by himself but today they intend to take care of her body because the Lady deserved said treatment.

Lydia frowned with wonder as she asked. "What is happening?"

"It shall be a new month tomorrow, we are preparing you for it" Dorothy replied happily.

It is a tradition in Critic-Ishire to prepare the lady of the house a night before a new month, so as to bring good luck and give her strength to wade off bad luck, but today Lydia was excited yet exhausted.

She took Theodore’s arms as she mumbled. "I prefer I just sleep Dorothy, I do not have the energy for that tonight"

Joyous was baffled, this should be done for the mansion’s sake! "But Lady Theodore -" she tried to object but the lord of Critic Arley cut her off sternly.

"You heard her, she is exhausted, it can be done tomorrow night or never" he announced.

The employeds bowed their heads in shame and fear. They had failed to adhere to their lady’s wishes and then they feared what the next month would be like in the mansion.

Blanc went back into the wall like nothing.

"Come here, Gooseberry" Theodore whispered and just like she was in the air before in his arms.

"Theodore" she squealed as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Let us have dinner"

"Yes lord husband" she giggled when he groaned because the sound vibrated in his chest affecting her body against him.

Lydia dismissed the girls after they began to it, it was late already she’d said.

They had dinner in silence, and occasionally Theodore would pause to gaze at Lydia.

She focused on her food and occasionally she would meet his eyes with a smile.

Just as they got to their bedroom seemed to recall the box she had been holding from her husband at the marketplace.

"What was that you had bought for me?" she asked him.

Theodore smirked. "Why does Gooseberry think I bought it for her?" he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

"Because who else then?" she questioned back trying to look at him.

He restricted her movements as he guided her to the bed. "It could be mine," he said.

"But I assure you it is not, you let me carry it" she pointed out.

Theodore released her and took a sit on the edge of their bed. "I am wounded, can you not carry what is mine?" he wailed, but Lydia was becoming anxious.

"Theodore" she whined.

He chuckled holding both her palms as she stood between his legs. "Yes Gooseberry, it is yours" he lets out with a smile

"Let me see it" she started to pull away.

Theodore shrugged. "It was with you wife, let us see," he said

"Oh I think I left it in the carriage" she countered, her body turned and she was leaving the room.

Theodore puzzled went on to ask. "Where are you going?"

"The carriage, Theodore" she pointed out with a pointed look.

He shook his head. "Just leave it, tomorrow we can check for it"

"No honey, I wish to see it now" she whined.

Silently, Theodore stood up and followed suit as she headed for Blanc.

"Blanc, please which is the carriage we just came back home with?"

"Here Lady Theodore" he pointed it out.

She rushed into it with Theodore’s help before looking out of it to say. "It is not here, Theodore" she alerted with a frown

He offered her his palm to step out of the cart. "Perhaps at Conan’s," he said.

Her eyes lit up. "You are right, I am so forgetful sometimes" she chided herself.

"But you never forget me so that’s alright" he whispered into her ears as he helped her down.

"I shall have Conan bring it back, now can we go to bed?"

"Pick me up My Lord husband" Her sentence trailed off into a squeal as he picked her up swiftly, Blanc had his head bowed till they reached the mansion.

Theodore has never been happier, he thought and Theodore’s happiness is something Blanc believes the Lord deserved.

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Midnight.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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The couple lay naked and tangled in the sheets, they had just finished exploring each other like it was the first time.

"How did you make this mansion so big yet so incomplete?" Lydia asked her fingers flat on his chest.

His fingers did a soothing movement on her back as he replied. "I was waiting for you, gooseberry"

"Because you complete me" he growled.

"I love you" she whispered.

"You are love" he retorted surely.

Lydia smiled while Theodore drank it.

In the intimate embrace of their softly lit bedroom, Theodore and Lydia share a tender kiss.

Time seemed to pause as their lips met with a delicate dance of passion. The room is filled with an electric intimacy, the air carrying the subtle notes of desire and affection.

Their eyes close, creating a cocoon of shared vulnerability and connection. The sensation is a harmonious blend of warmth and longing, a moment suspended in the silent language of love.

The gentle rhythm of their kiss tells a story of profound connection, where the world outside the bed seems to fade away, leaving only the tender exchange of shared emotions.

The Lady of Critic Arley and her husband the Lord were people in love.

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