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

<p>When fear leaves, it leaves her shaking, trembling fingers clutching at air and inaudible sighs. Seol allows herself to collapse in solitude, curling into the smallest she could manage. But in company, she stands tall with her choices. Courage that she grasped into, had left her scalded. Yet the real battle lies ahead, dauntingly closer now that she allows herself to reflect. She had  well and truly made an enemy of the Grand Princess. She had allowed her fear to rule her and made her lady mother disappointed about her choices.  </p>

<p>And she has lost the only man who has never truly left her side; Kang Seo. Now that her father is awake, the very air of the palace crackling with the might of his presence Seol allows the mask of bravery to fall off and her shoulders to slouch. She has never had to pretend before him. It would not matter, for he could read her very heart as if she wore it on her sleeve.  </p>

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