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

Liza travelled back home with a smile recalling her conversation and happening with the emperor, he was the one for her.

She had waited for the emperor in silence and a solid gazing from the maids before he graced her with his presence many moments later.

"To what do I owe this visit from the most exquisite of ladies?" he had said the moment he reached her seat, Liza had stood up quickly with a smile

"Oh you flatter me too much" she had retorted, her figure had been half noticeable under the moonlight

Salvatore chuckled as he countered "Perhaps you are right" She had not uttered a word of rebuke before he continued "You are in the Citadel at almost Midnight why?" he waited for her answer

"Your majesty I could do with a cup of something warm, it was a long journey" she had whispered sweetly

Liza orchestrating her plan.