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 155
"Jun."
Yu Yeong's unexpected soft call brought Jun back from his reverie.
In the time that Jun had taken to save the women and even reminisce, Yu Yeong had caught up with him. He was now standing next to his brother, looking worried and out of breath.
"Jun, let them help. Let us all fight together." he urged.
"But..." Jun wanted to argue. How could he allow everyone to die like that. In spite of his stubbornness, though, what Yu Yeong said next ultimately managed to quiet his resolve.
"We're all dead anyways." Yu Yeong smiled sadly. He placed a hand on Jun's shoulder. "Whether it's me or them, or even you, there is no chance we can get out of this alive. Even if we manage to leave the ship, I am sure King Sejo had already taken every precautionary measure possible to ensure we are caught, trialed and eventually killed. So, let us at least fight to the last breath, instead of scurrying away like rats."