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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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Treacle in the Trap

"You should stop looking at me like that," Seol says self-consciously as they make their way back to the residence. Ground has stopped its tilting yet Seo keeps his hand on the small of her back, Seol isn't above letting him continue on the misconception that she needed his support to remain steady. "Or Mi So will be heartbroken."

The potato girl had wanted them to name her new ragdolls, a feat which cheered Seol up immensely. Mi So and her grandmother came from a family of herbalists, with Yul's interest in the subject himself it would not be difficult for them to find a living in Shinju anew.

Seo doesn't reply, nor does his gaze shift from her face.

"I want you to dine with me everyday," he says abruptly. "For the foreseeable future."

"What -" she begins, flabbergasted and then waves whatever thought that had occurred to her away with a shake of her head. "Oh - this has something to do with your fishing."

Seo nods briefly.