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Snow n' Starlight

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. *** 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.” ***

Sakura_Charmash · Fantasy
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141 Chs

Toxic Tracks - III

Any sort of attachment towards a vessel had once been a laughable thought. Those frail bodies with blink of a life span would never mean more than a fresh outfit for the powerful. But all it had taken was one misstep along the way for him to end up dependent on those frail shells for survival, damning himself to play those foolish little power games weak humans indulged in – trying to claw his way through ages, in a changing world, watching as the mighty cities he built fall to ruins. 

He had found a fleeting sense of stability in the decaying shell of that old emperor. It did not hurt that he found his old taste for power stroked again. Yet, he had allowed his soul to be stringent for too long, he had grown attached to the shell. That only made the separation harder, more painful and requiring more energy than he would have anticipated. 

Yet nothing was impossible. Nothing was forever.