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

Conan was calmly getting dressed for the day in the bedroom when Helena barged in, her hand clutching a rectangular box as she smiled through the walk.

"Yes, lady clingy" he answered absentmindedly, his hands arranging the waist of his trousers.

She gulped as she stared at his chiselled fine body, he appeared dry from the bath but the soap he had used permitted the air.

"Helena?" Conan called, his voice hoarse.

He had seen the tinge of lust in her eyes but he was a knight and he had resistance.

Strong resistance he told himself.

"Did you get me a gift?" she asked breathless.

He throws his clothes on as he asks. "A gift?"

"Well I know I'm very aggravating so you finally saw my sweet side and now you are getting me gifts," she said sweetly.

The Couple's First Fight.