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.”
 ***

Snow n' Starlight

Seol looks around herself, trying to suppress a shiver curling down her spine. Shadows are more pronounced now that night has progressed. Cold breeze carries the scent of winter, mixed with a hint of rust and rotting foliage under the snow. Her eyes take in Seo, his bow slung over his shoulder, a quiver of arrows strapped to his back. Seol knows he has daggers hidden in his sleeves, tucked into his belt - one poisoned knife in his boot. Air around him hums with a power that has little to do with any of those weapons. The land seems to recognize and sync with those vibrations, rippling with awareness - ready for the enemy. She shudders again.

"What does he want with me?" Seol blows into her palms, curling her icy fingers to set her blood flowing.

Seo takes her hand in his and blows warm air into her palms. She shudders again, fingers curling with a pleasant tingle. An inch closer he could have kissed her palms, that thought warms her quicker than his ministrations.

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