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
Chapter 64
The moment Yoon-Yi opened her eyes, a wave of blazing pain overwhelmed her. Her body felt battered as if she had been hit by a train. She blinked a few times, her eyes watering slightly because of the bright light. Then, slowly, the image began to focus, and she could finally see her surroundings.
It took her a second to realize where she was. She was lying on a bed in what unmistakably looked like a hospital room.
Before her brain got a chance to register more, the door opened and her mother hurried inside, followed by her grandfather who was walking right behind her.
"Yoon-Yi, thank heavens you are alright!" Mrs. Kim breathed out when she saw her daughter was finally awake.
Worry was etched on every line of Mrs. Kim's face and her eyes were moist. After hurrying to her daughter's side, she bent over Yoon-Yi's hospital bed and brushed the hair from her face.
"Wh…where…"