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

Helena felt a tap on her upper arm "Lady" his voice "Wake up, Hello" hazy in her head but someone was calling her out of this peaceful land, she frowned

"Lady, we're in Critic Arley, how can you fall asleep on me so comfortably?" his voice pierced through her sleepy head and this woke her up

"What are you yapping about this morning" she mumbled her eyes still closed, as she leaned into the hard surface behind her. Conan.

"It's not morning yet and I said we're in Critic Arley" he informed her with a sigh before pushing her forward on the horse and jumping down.

"Oh, Where are you going to?" she screeched her eyes wide when she thought she would fall off because he suddenly got down the horse leaving her alone on it, she was extremely scared of heights and on this horse, her legs couldn't and will never touch the floor.

Losing His Salvation.