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

"I don't think it is going to be easy for you to free yourself from me, lord husband," she hadn't meant to say those words, but the wine had loosened her tongue. "Not with all these important people suddenly realizing how politically beneficial our marriage is. How it nicely balances out the royal family. How wonderful a pawn you'd make."

Her eyes are touched with a hint of moisture as she seeks out his face.

"That's what you think too? Isn't it? You think I made a political move?" She moves closer, peering into his eyes. "You think the same way Yong does."

The small movement of his thumb makes her aware that his hand is still cradling her face.

Seol blinks. Seo had never referred to Yong by his name before, it had always been either "his grace", Dongunmama or something of the sort. He presses on, before she had worked herself around that surprise.

"And what makes you think he knows me better than you do?"

Token - II