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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 · Fantasie
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Tacit

Oh An Ah smooths down her hair, casting a reproachful look at the bruised skies above. Even the sunset had failed to take away their ominous stormy shades. The wind is cutting, icy and damp. She hates everything that had brought her out of her cozy chambers into the mercy of this weather. But here - she had a mission to accomplish.

Bile rises to her throat at the thought. She squeezes her eyes shut and repels the disgust from her expression. Instead An Ah thinks of her father. Unfairly brought down, accused and imprisoned - all simply because of clan rivalry and an emperor who has roots on the opposite end of the field.

"I've spared nothing on you," he surely had not meant it to sound as regretful or burdensome as it did. But all the same, An Ah had never been more duty bound. "You've had the best of tutors, the finest ladies - latest fashion. Everything the princess herself probably enjoyed. Would you fail to charm a man - when your family depends upon it?"