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

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As the last of the captives was freed, a commotion nearby drew Blanc's attention. He turned to see a group of Theodore's men emerging from the trees, their faces set in grim determination. Among them was Sir Conan, his sword stained with the blood of fallen foes.

"Blanc!" Conan called, his voice cutting through the din of the battle. "We need to move. More of those disgusting thieves are coming."

Blanc nodded, his expression resolute. "These men are ready to go," he replied, motioning to the freed captives. "But they are weak. We will need to support them."

"A lot of us would need support but we are moving ahead anyway, whoever can pick something, should help in loading the cart" Theodore spoke and they found temporal energy, adrenaline coursing through them to move ahead.

Wounded And Going Home.