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

Silence. Everyone turned and the voice belonged to the king.

Ahhh, Lilith screeched so suddenly that Lydia had to cover her ears because as Lilith tried to abruptly sit back down at the kings arrival Lydia's cup of tea spilled onto her wrist.

"She poured hot tea on me when I merely tried to socialize" she wailed immediately as her reply, her gaze locked with Salvadores.

Lydia's eyes widened in shock. "No I- we should apply something to that before the burn intensifies" she started but cut herself off when she noticed Lilith's wrist was turning red and indeed burnt.

"Lydia" Salvadore addressed calmly and she felt relieved he wasn't overheating too.

She finally stood up, vacating her seat with her arms open. "Salvadore you have to-"

"You do not speak to the king like that!" a familiar voice cut through Lydia's defense.

Princess Lilith.