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

The grounds of the ancient castle stirred with anticipation as two figures emerged in the early morning light, their footsteps echoing against the stone walls.

The king, his crimson cloak billowed behind him, as he strode purposefully alongside his brother, Theodore, whose sky-blue eyes glinted with wrath.

Both men bore a striking resemblance, with locks of gold cascading over their broad shoulders, yet their eyes betrayed their differences, the king's a fiery red, Theodore's a tranquil blue.

Without turning to him Theodore questioned him. "What game are you playing now?"

"Acknowledging my brother's game?" Salvatore shrugged.

"Salvatore you should have outgrown being a pest" Theodore let out, his eyes stern.

"And you are correct, I am not a pest anymore, I own the kingdom" Salvatore.

The Royal Ritual.