𝗩𝗢𝗟.𝟭 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟰.

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❝The snow falls on this wretched land,
but at least your love saves
the flowers of my heart.❞

❞

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TEARS, AFTER TEARS, the salty taste of those tears reminds the [e/c] teary-eyed girl of the ocean

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TEARS, AFTER TEARS, the salty taste of those tears reminds the [e/c] teary-eyed girl of the ocean. Its relentless waves are ruthless and don't forgive when you make a mistake. The King's mistake was not forgiven when the terrible news of his wife, the former queen of Kouka, had been killed by rebels.

What a sad, snowy day for the royal family. L/N Y/N sniffles, pulling 6-year-old Yona with her, their hands intertwined. She grasped her father's hand, who looked up from his sadness to see his oldest, giving a gentle smile.

"Come father, I'll make hot chocolate. Just how you two like it." She dries her tears, walking away with their hands intertwined with hers. And that was the day, Y/N grew up.

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"Yona! I think Soo-Won is here!" Y/N whispered shouted to her sister, who's dull violet eyes brightened a bit at the name. She blasted off to see the blonde, while 10-year old Y/N rubbed circles with the pad of her thumb on the King's hand. "D-Don't you want to see them too, my dear daughter..?

Y/N smiled, shaking her head a little. "But father, you have not finished your hot chocolate. Your favorite cookies haven't even been eaten. And I bet Soo-Won and Hak will soon follow through." The King could see the maturity of his eldest grow by the second as another tear left his eyes.

'Do you see, my wife? Look at the little girl we took in.'

"Look, it's snowing! Yona!" Y/N could hear 9-year-old Soo-Won's tiny voice call out as she brushed the King's tears with her small, soft hand. She hummed softly, just like her mother would.

The black-haired woman would hum lovely melodies to relax her daughters. "Wait, where's big sister?!" The King smiled, and pushed the little [h/c]-haired girl outside, while she protested.

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