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"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

"It was Helena" Sarah enunciated, taking back her hand. "Helena of Critic-Ishelm" she added.

Conan frowned. "I did not think she was that powerful" he admitted.

Theodore's mother was a descendant of the first magic practitioners, they're curses and spells were stronger, and Conan was surprised by the whole event.

Sarah nodded. "She was not even a bit uncertain, I loved her voice before I saw her and her beauty didn't fail either" she complimented.

Then they spent the rest of the day gazing at each other and smiling, soon evening came and Conan knew he had to go home, he didn't know how to but he didn't want to scare Helena, he could act as though nothing changed but she would be uncomfortable with that. He sighed as he approached his carriage.

Warning The Spy.