Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 95: Missing Theodore In The Mansion.

Chapter 95: Missing Theodore In The Mansion.

Morning.

Staircase, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Up the stairs Lydia began as she aimed at her bedroom, she took ginger steps because somehow she felt woozy and parched since last night, she had thought it was the new month weather but the mansion was a cold place and she also had a fan but her throat let going dry and the urge to refill overwhelms her constantly. She felt her body slower as she used the stairs but she refused to let the feeling overwhelm her.

"Good morning lady Theodore" she heard her maid’s voice from below the stairs. She sighed before turning to face her, her palm holding onto the railings for support.

"Joyous, where did you go off too?"

She asked the maid wondering where she went as she had left the room quite fast after she and Dorothy helped her bathe.

"I was at the gardens to get vegetables," she said quickly.

Lydia looked at her arms but they were empty. "Where are the vegetables?"

Joyous looked behind her, rather stupidly. "Hound offered to help me bring them in" she said as though she just recollected what happened to the vegetable.

Lydia nodded and her head went like a bat out of hell, she blinked quickly. "Okay, please tell Dorothy to bring me Red when she is done getting him ready" she said and was already turning back for her room.

As she embarrassingly already missed her husband, she needed anything to feel closer to him, despite the whole mansion giving off his vibe she wished to be closer.

"But Dorothy is washing clothes outside, I am not sure she is with Red" Joyous informed, wondering why the cat would stay with her.

"Then Red should be somewhere around the mansion, I shall find it" Lydia spoke out.

"Yes, Lady Theodore," Joyous said. "Breakfast shall be served soon, Hound wanted it to be hot for when you step out" she continued.

"Alright, I shall be in my room" Lydia said and then resumed her walk.

In the bedroom, Lydia’s eyes trailed to the bed and it suddenly appeared so inviting, she clenched her teeth and continued to where her dungaree was, she searched through the room but the dungaree was not there.

She frowned. Her gem.

She had removed the dungaree to bathe and Theodore had taken it, and it must have been for washing.

Oh, washing! Her mind screamed.

Dorothy was washing, and she had picked up all the dirty dresses to wash and the dungaree with the gem in it was among them.

Lydia decided to go downstairs and alert the maid but the urge to reach the bed overwhelmed her, she moved towards it and right before she would sit on it her eyes caught a pouch on the table.

Had Theodore forgotten this? She thought.

She moved and picked it up. It felt heavy, her brows furrowed in curiosity before taking her to sit in the bed, she opened the pouch and her eyes widened with surprise.

It was the gemstones.

She felt so treasured and worshiped, Theodore must have gathered and stored it in the pouch for her.

She had been so out of her head yesterday, she smiled at the gesture from her husband, if he was here she would kiss him right now, she mused and with a sigh she left the room.

In the library where she decided to inspect the gem, she took a seat anticipatory. She had a loupe that she could use to confirm gems in Critic Arley, she examined the jewelry for a few minutes and came to a conclusion.

There weren’t rubies, emeralds of Sapphire like she had thought yesterday, they did carry the colour but this we’re a new discovery, they were different and special she believed, as she wait watched them through the lens all their colour was the same unlike how it appeared when stared at directly, they are truly special.

Or perhaps they’re merely stones. She grimaced, she would love for them to be precious gems that can become precious jewel.

She gathered them and place them back into the pouch, she narrowed her eyes before looking for a bottle and then stuffing it in.

Whether they were real expensive gem or a sham ordinary stone, they were special and rare to her.

She shall sketch designs, styles and make jewellery pieces lit of them.

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Noon.

Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Lady Theodore" a hoarse voice called at Lydia as she bent in the garden.

Lydia gasped, her left palm straight to pat her chest. "Hound, you startled me"

She had come straight for the flower garden after saving the gemstones in the library, she had also found Red sleeping on a divan in the parlour afterwards before she decided a little work to make the mansion brighter would be good. Most of the flowers she had brought in the last time were dead now.

"That was not my intention, I apologize" Hound replied sincerely.

She nodded. "What do you want?"

"I came to tell you I shall be by the gates" he informed.

"We are so short of hands" she pointed out as the mansion now had more jobs than the workers available again.

"Yes, Lord Theodore asked me to search for Mira, but your safety comes first," he said, making her smile.

"That is sweet of you, Hound, I also need a dressmaker, Miss Janet would be best and a lampwright but there is no one available, I shall have to wait or make do with the girls" she said in one breath.

A lampwright is a man who fixes chandeliers. Lydia needed them to be put up as they had been stored in a room in the mansion since it was purchased.

Hound frowned slightly. "They could only know of the dressmaker, I am not sure about the lampwright" he spoke out.

"Let me pick this flowers for the hallways foremost" Lydia enuciated, he had tried to get her into the dining hall when she had stepped out of the library earlier but she wasn’t in the mood, so she merely said she would later, now he was here again with another excuse.

"Breakfast is ready, there is eggs and honey" he invited softly.

"Hound go to the gates" she shrieked.

He made a small sound, it is familiar to a laugh. She froze before turning to him slightly but he was gone leaving behind the view of his back.

Did he just laugh? She mused.

Her smile remained as she continued to pick flowers while Hound bowed before leaving for the gates.

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Afternoon.

Dining Hall, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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The lady of the city sat with a slight frown decorating her face as she tried to find a good reason to eat. She had no appetite unless thirst for liquidity.

"Lady Theodore the carpenter is here" Dorothy stepped into the hall to inform her.

Lydia sprang out of her seat, the reason she had been for was not to keep eating but the leave the food after all. "Oh? Why is he here? Let him in" she

Dorothy with wonder in her eyes said. "Yes Lady Theodore"

Why is kady Theodore not eating? She wondered.

Dorothy went ahead of Lydia and sent the carpenter inside.

"Good afternoon Lady Theodore" Solomon the carpenter wished with a warm smile plastered on his face.

Lydia returned the smile. "Yes, mr Solomon welcome, what are you here for? "

"I came to deliver this that the lord had ordered for" he said raising his hands to show her a

"Oh a pillow?"

"No, my... lady Theodore it is hassock"

"Okay, thank you"

"No no lady Theodore show me where you want it"

"Ahh okay" she said, she could take it but with how dizzy she felt today if she collected to put in the bedroom upstairs she might her footing instead she started to walk while the carpenter with the haddock in hand followed after her. "Here would do" she pointed at a spot in the library and the carpenter was quick in his movement as he dropped it there.

"Thank you" she whispered.

"It is my job lady Theodore, I shall be on my way then" he said with a bow and left her alne in the room.

Lydia turned to the hassock and started to examine it, the hassock is cube-shaped, made in fabric, and is filled with padding to provide a soft surface for resting one’s feet or sitting upon. It is petite and substantial making her wonder what Theodore intended to do with it, they were already a few cylindrical ones around the house.

The fabric covering the hassock has muted neutrals to bold patterns, adding a touch of personality and style to it.

It also had decorative tufting details, enhancing its visual appeal and coordinating with the surrounding decor, the hassock is red like the library.

As Lydia touched the hassock, she noticed its plush surface, It invited her to sink into its comfort.

She could use it as a makeshift coffee table when reading if he decided to let her have it, she thought.

But why is it so short? She frowned.

Its presence added warmth and texture, softening the overall aesthetic and creating a cozy atmosphere. Whether placed in front of a sofa, beside a reading chair, or tucked into a corner, the hassock effortlessly enhanced the comfort and style of the book space.

With a smile she shut the library doors and headed outside.

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