Dining Hall.
Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"Do you wish to sit in front of me?" Theodore invited his wife
Lydia frowned "Over there? Across from you?" she asked pointing at the other end of the table that was six seats on each side away from her husband. Why does he want that?
"Blasphemy! Come let me show you" He encouraged his grin predatory.
"Theo, we should be eating," she said suspiciously.
"And we shall eat" he promised.
Lydia with narrowed eyes remained seated the last time she had left her seat he had turned her mesh and red as tomatoes, today she'd be smarter.
The Lord chuckled darkly before leaving his seat "I will have to sit next to you then" he confessed, the maids then hurried to rearrange the setting of the table.
"As you wish, Husband" Lydia gasped with a giggle as he sat next to her with a pout.
Where did he learn to do that?
