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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
141 Chs

Troth - II

Oh they had just stirred a war!

  But Cynara cannot help the laughter that bubbles from her mouth. She lies with Keir's arm wrapped around her shoulders, pressed against his side. He trails a finger across her forehead tucking wayward locks away. When he looks down at her his eyes are crinkled in pleasure. She draws a long inhale of clean mountain air.

In the mountains they were safe. 

Keir is the lord of those mountains, the bringer of winter, the summoner of wolves, the silver eyed dragon. She had learned the prayer as a child, but had never known it referred to the boy they had kept in chains. 

She had not known then that there were children of Domirr who were Gods in their own right. Or that there were stars with such power that Gods could only envy. Keir's mother was one such woman. A star born among dragons instead of earthbound, they called her the silver eyed goddess.