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

"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.

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.

Warning The Baroness, Vera.