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 is dreaming of starlight. At least that's what she thinks it is, the soft pulsing light that caresses her face. It reminds her of Seo and then something more than him. Something she knows, yet she doesn't. Something old and hers.

She wakes up with a gasp and an aching heart. An old and forgotten wound in her heart being prodded by the recent events. Seo was in pain. He was alone. He was cold. He needed her.

She wakes up to her mother's soft prayer, music of her mild voice singing. She pauses abruptly as Seol bolts upright. She reaches to hold her mother by her shoulders.

Her heart clenches painfully at the look her mother returns in response.

He is drawing weaker, something is draining his energy, his life. Seol would ponder how she realized that later. Once she reaches and saves him, once the ache in her heart subsides. She scrambles to her feet, leaving her silent mother.

Tithe of life