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>Old age had treated grand dowager Jeondeok well. Her eeriness had only grown with the time and so had her penchant for power. Instead of picking up slave children from slums to raise as shamans, the queen had turned to acutely seeking for old sources of power, gathering a noteworthy collection of cursed objects, soul containers and the like. The magic in her blood was a faint thing, she may not really produce a satisfactory enchantment, but her keen sense for recognizing power had granted her a lot more than one would have thought she was destined for.  </p>

<p>If anything, Ryu's had a keen sense for survival. They had after all toyed with both sides in the Traitor's war and lived to tell the tale, not barely surviving, but with enough and more authority to spare with. The armies of Ryu were thriving, the dowager still had a good grasp on her estates and in the shadows she still had her own set of schemes in motion.  </p>

Terrifying One - II