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

There was nothing natural about the cities that Domirr built. Centuries of greed and blatant atrocities had corrupted the very core of the land ruled by the father of all dragons. The green gray rain that poured in ceaseless sheets of ice carried the very essence of the poison that ran in the souls dwelling within the city.

Keirr splattered the rain, wiped blood from his brow and unsteadily rose back to his feet. It was a good thing that the confrontation had come - that it came before the fury pent up within him stowed into an acid corrosive enough to ruin the very essence of his own being.

In the dias above him, made of rocks jutting out of the earth like teeth of a vast monster, Domirr stood, clad in his dragon scale armor, green gray of its metallic luster catching the fading daylight. His ageless face looked bored, almost bearing an identical expression to one continuously swatting a fly and failing to hit it.

Tainted vow - III