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

"Oh, and the lovely damsel returns" Gabriel wailed when Joyous came out to gather the dried bedsheets that they had washed today.

He ran to her as she started to walk hastily.

"I keep having a feeling it is past time you leave" she countered, her arm full with folded white bedsheets.

"What is your name fine lady?" he asked in a sing-song.

She ignored him and continued her walk, he jogged to her front, blocking the way and restricting her movement.

"Move out of the way," she said through gritted teeth.

"Let me help you carry it" he offered with a boyish smile. One she refused to look at.

"No, wait out here, the lord shall be with you soon" she retorted.

He laughed lightly, but his puberty voice was thundering. "That sounds like a prayer" he pointed out.

Addition To The Mansion.