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

As the gentle sway of the carriage rocked her back to consciousness hours into the morning, Lydia's eyes fluttered open, the world around her coming into hazy focus.

The soft creaking of wood and the rhythmic clatter of wheels on cobblestones were the first sensations to greet her. Then a smell she breathed in with a smile.

Her vision slowly cleared, and she found herself nestled in the arms of her husband, Theo, he was the owner of the scent she could never forget.

Slowly her lips drew into a smile as her gaze traced his sharp jawline, her gaze then settled on his nose and it made her blush, that is the part of his body that he uses to sniff her and how she enjoys it. She blinked and the carriage came into view; its interior was dimly lit, with flickering lanterns casting warm, dancing shadows on the polished wooden panels.

Fear Of Abandonment.