Sakura_Charmash

First born princess of Goryeo is promised to Silla in marriage. What has begun as a promise between families becomes a pact sealed in blood when her betrothed is mysteriously killed. Now what binds Seol, the lady Ha In of Goryeo to Silla is a blood debt – to turn away from it would be to topple the country into irreparable chaos.
Yet, her heart lies with another.
Raised from obscurity of illegitimacy, fate of concubine - born last son of northern Kang clan rests on the emperor’s grace. However, being tasked with the guardianship of the imperial princess is the last of his worries. In the whirlwind of emotions that she brings along, it is not just his title that is at stake, but his heart and a secret that he had brought from a grave of a different time.
Theirs is a fate from an age gone by, but a love impossible to attain. Theirs is a story written upon dying stars.
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From inside: 
The snow caressed him in a way she yearned to; fluttering against his lashes, tangled up in his hair. She has always felt home in north, in the valleys that filled themselves with her namesake and with this man beside he, arrows slung over his shoulder and laughter in his eyes. Silla and her betrothed would never take that place.
Seol opens her mouth; it is now or never.
“Don’t say it,” he cuts her off, a hand stretched out for a lonely snowflake to perch upon. It turns translucent against his roughed palm.
“My hand isn’t made for snowflakes,” he sounds joyous, as he always does – when she is weeping within. His eyes remain resolutely elsewhere.
“I’ve been summoned to the garrison,” he continues in that same flat tone. “My last duty here will be to deliver your highness to your betrothed.”
She is unaware of the tear that has escaped, until an ice cold thumb brushes it off.
“Don’t cry,” he says then and she sees the laughing spark in his eyes for what it truly is; longing. “It breaks my heart.”
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Snow n' Starlight

Seol hates being confined, being denied her right to movement. It is one thing her parents had never done. She had never been denied before, until she met Seo. She could have escaped her chamber just to show him she cannot be kept under lock and key but then, with winter clad Shinju open before her, Seol knows that she had nowhere to go, not unless Seo is there to accompany.


They had gone on so many adventures together, rides, hikes, walks through the town. She feels incomplete, left to her own devices. Then Min Ha had to crane her neck over her embroidery and comment that her Phoenix looked more like a peacock. It is then that Oh An Ah finally remembers to pay her princess a visit. 


At the first glance one would have mistaken her for a maid. Gone were the fragile, exquisite fashions that the young lady of Ohs favored. Instead she had gone for a mute blue that was only a shade more colorful than Seol's preferred white. Her expression was weary as she made her greetings. 


Tremor