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#REINCARNATION
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SURVIVAL
#HISTORICAL
#SWEETLOVE
#FIRSTLOVE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#SWEET
#DETAILED
#SERIOUS

Butterflies and Pins

On a special day when it is said that spirits come to visit the living, eighteen year-old Kim Yoon-Yi gets sent into the past. Year 1452 is a year of turmoil. At the Joseon court the King, a Prince and Ministers battle for power. Neither wants to give in, using whatever means possible to best each other. There is nothing one wouldn't be willing to do when a single wrong step can mean either great success or swift demise. While young Yoon-Yi learns to adapt and survive in this new and dangerous environment, she finds a bond that is stronger than time itself: love. For her it was a first love born in the past, for him it is something he cherishes in the present. But what about the future? Will Yoon-Yi's presence in that age trigger unfathomable changes, or will destiny follow its course unhindered? * This is a work of fiction. Some elements are historically accurate, while others, such as certain timelines, events and characters, have been adapted in order to fit the storyline. If you wish to share your opinion on this book, don't feel shy and drop a comment or a message. My discord is Raksha1#2597 The artwork for the cover has been commissioned from artist MagBya ^.^ (Instagram: @mag_bya) Discord server: https://discord.gg/R3AybhzGxT

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#REINCARNATION
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SURVIVAL
#HISTORICAL
#SWEETLOVE
#FIRSTLOVE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#SWEET
#DETAILED
#SERIOUS

Chapter 45

On the second day of the hunt, the men woke up early and began their activity right after breakfast. The absence of the King made everyone feel slightly more at ease. They split into groups and occupied most of the hunting grounds within half an hour.

Kim Jong-Seo took Jun-Ho and Shin with him. They went up the slope of the mountain, treading carefully. He was truly an accomplished warrior, who steered his ride with ease. His movements were relaxed and deliberate. He sat firmly and elegantly in the saddle, his hands clutching tightly on his bow. No useless effort was spared whenever he shot an arrow and it was clear why his horseback archery was second to none. He never missed his target once he spotted it.