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>Storms come without a warning. Watching how its thick whiteness engulfs the entirety of landscape visible from his vantage point Yul is uncertain whether he should count the sudden punishing weather as a curse or a blessing. All it did, from the point he could judge, was to bring everything to a standstill. Their armies on the lookout or amassing provisions to withstand a siege, their people leaving their village homes to seek protection of the stronghold and even the enemies across the river, trying to cross that huge nature made obstacle in their path over to reach their side; the storm put everything on hold.  </p>

<p>From where he stands at a higher elevation on the wall of Kangs he could see the effort it takes for the guardsmen to turn the wheels of the gates, to open the draw bridge and admit the latest party of half frozen villages into the Kang's keep. There is a flavor of war in the air, in the faces he could make out in their day to day actions.  </p>

Torn Heart - I