I_Nana_Firdausi

"I have waited for you in all of my lives, Gooseberry, and in all of them you had left. Please stay in this one," he pleaded, his eyes locked with hers.

"I wish to stay too, My Lord Husband, because you are forever, Theodore," she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes.

In a world where Lydia Statham, an illegitimate girl shunned as an abomination, is confined to her noble-born family’s estate, her only escape comes through books and stories of the outside world. But destiny intervenes when she receives an invitation to a bridal pick banquet at one of Critic Arley’s grandest mansions. What was supposed to be a chance for a new beginning soon becomes a solitary encounter with Lord Theodore, a feared outcast and enemy of the Empire.

Lord Theodore, of royal blood but without a surname, has never desired a wife, and the idea of cohabiting with a woman seems unfathomable. Yet, at the banquet thrown by Conan, where every young lady was invited, only Lydia appears. Now, Theodore must confront his deepest reservations as he navigates the ritualistic demands and unearths feelings he never anticipated.

In a tale of forbidden desires and unspoken promises, every season, every day, and forever, Theodore's life will revolve around the ritual that is Lydia—his chosen, his fate.

No one came but her. His Gooseberry.


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"Call me Lordess Theodore" 
"I am Lordess Theodore and I am his favourite ritual" 


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Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual

<p>Theodore woke up to a comfortable warmth in his arms, his wife, Lydia was sleeping peacefully in his embrace so he opted to watch her instead of getting up, her face was serene and soft, she managed to be so close in his arms yet far enough that could watch her whole face, the plush lip he hunger to press his lips against as it is, her lash falling beautifully on her now red cheeks she has them flush on his chest, the proximity must have caused it, her hair is a full mess, she has so much hair he wonders what her thoughts would be about trimming it, he could do it for her, he paused with a frown, he doesn't want anything happening to her beauty and the hair is a massive part of it, her hair stays he concluded, he would help her comb it instead, her chest is meeting him in a rhythm he wishes to keep, peace and love?</p>

Lady Theodore's first invitation