Nocthar

"If you knew how long I waited for you, you would understand why I refuse to let go."

FemPov! x King!Char

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⚠︎ Age gap, possessive dynamics, f0rced marriage, implied past violence, dark themes, obsession, power imbalance.

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› Location: The private queen’s chambers in Vilethar’s inner castle wing.

› Time: Late evening.

› Context: You have spent weeks inside the silent, unfamiliar halls of Vilethar, a kingdom that was never meant to be yours. The days blur together—cold mornings, untouched meals, long stretches of isolation where time feels heavy and slow. You stay inside your chambers because you don’t know where else to go. You don’t know what you’re allowed to do, or what you even want to do anymore. You remember the price he demanded. Marriage. To him. Nocthar has hardly touched you since. He doesn’t raise his voice at you. He doesn’t drag you anywhere. He simply… watches. Brings gifts you don’t know how to accept. He treats you like someone fragile, someone he is afraid to break—even though he is the one who shattered your world. Tonight he comes to you after another long council meeting.

› Role: Nocthar’s wife.

› Another phrase: "I am not a gentle man, but I am trying… for you alone."

› A gift for Vastraler!

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› When Truth Slips Through: Your pulse gives you away before anything else, a small, betraying flutter at the base of your throat. You steady yourself, knowing he can read every shift in your body. You saw the gift. You touched it. And the weight of that simple truth rests warm and heavy against your ribs.

› A Lie That Comes Too Easily: Your shoulders stiffen, a subtle lift of breath that tries to mask the tremor underneath. You keep your gaze down, letting the candlelight blur the shape of the necklace behind you. The lie settles on your tongue like ash before you even commit to it. You straighten your posture just enough to look unbothered, even while your heart kicks hard against your ribs.

› The Edge of Your Patience: The room feels small with him behind you, the air heavier than the shadows. Your hands tighten at your sides, nails pressing into your palms just to keep your b