Sisters in the Royal Court
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 15: Discussions of Forever
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 15: Discussions of Forever - A story of two sisters who both became consorts to the same Joseon prince, both elevated beyond their station, both genuinely loved by a man who chose them for who they were. One brilliant and brief. One quiet and enduring. Both essential to the tapestry of a family built from loss.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Oriental Male Oriental Female
1487-1488 - Jiwon age 20-21, Hyeon age 22-23
The conversation about children began, as many important conversations did, in the quiet hours before sleep.
“Do you think we’re ready?” Hyeon asked, his hand resting on her stomach as it often did lately—an unconscious gesture that revealed what was on his mind.
Jiwon knew immediately what he meant. “For children?”
“Mm. We’ve been married four years now. I’m twenty-two, you’re twenty. By palace standards, we should already have several heirs by now.”
“By palace standards, I shouldn’t be your consort at all. We’ve never followed palace standards.”
“True.” He smiled in the darkness. “But I want them, Jiwon. Children with you. A family.”
She felt warmth bloom in her chest. “I want that too.”
“You do?”
“Of course. I’ve wanted it for a while now. I just...” She paused, trying to articulate her hesitation. “I wanted to make sure we were secure first. That our position was stable, that we’d navigated the dangerous politics successfully.”
“And you think we’re secure now?”
“As secure as anyone can be in the palace.” She turned to face him. “The King respects you. Your sisters support us. Even the Crown Prince has mostly left us alone since that awkward period ended. We have as much safety as we’re likely to get.”
“Then...” He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with hope and joy mixing in his expression. “Should we try? Actually try to have a child?”
“I think we’ve been trying fairly regularly already,” she teased.
“You know what I mean. Stop taking the preventive herbs. Let nature take its course.”
For four years, Jiwon had been drinking the herbal tea that prevented pregnancy—a common practice among palace women who wanted to control the timing of children. It was part of her morning routine, so automatic she barely thought about it anymore.
But now, imagining not taking it, imagining allowing the possibility of pregnancy—her heart raced with equal parts excitement and fear.
“Yes,” she said softly. “Let’s try.”
His grin was luminous. He kissed her deeply, then rested his forehead against hers. “We’re going to have a baby.”
“Eventually. It might take time—”
“We’re going to have a baby,” he repeated, as if saying it made it certain. “A little person who’s part you and part me. Can you imagine?”
“I’m imagining. Sleepless nights, constant crying, tiny person demanding all our attention—”
“Tiny person with your intelligence and my dedication to learning. Tiny person we’ll watch grow up, teach to read, guide through life.” His voice was soft with wonder. “Our child, Jiwon.”
She felt tears prick her eyes. “Our child.”
They made love that night with new intentionality, new purpose. Not just pleasure or affection, but creation. The possibility of bringing new life into the world through their love.
Afterward, lying tangled together, Hyeon said quietly, “Whatever happens, whatever the future holds, I want you to know—this, right now, this is everything I’ve ever wanted. You are everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Even if it takes years to conceive? Even if we face difficulties?”
“Even then. You’re not valuable to me because of what you can give me, Jiwon. You’re valuable because you’re you.” He kissed her temple. “A child would be a blessing. But you’re the blessing I already have.”
She held him tighter, overwhelmed by the depth of love between them.
Sharing the Decision
The next morning, Jiwon didn’t take her preventive tea.
It felt significant, momentous, like standing at the edge of a cliff preparing to jump. Her hand trembled slightly as she set aside the cup that one of the servants had prepared out of habit.
“Ma’am?” the servant asked, confused. “Is the tea not prepared correctly?”
“It’s perfect. I just ... don’t need it anymore.”
Understanding dawned on the woman’s face, followed by a smile. “I see. Congratulations, ma’am.”
Word would spread, of course. Palace servants gossiped. By evening, everyone in their household would know that the consort had stopped taking preventive herbs, which meant the prince and his wife were trying for a child.
Jiwon didn’t mind. Let them gossip. This was happy news, worth sharing.
Princess Myeonghye summoned her that afternoon, eyes bright with curiosity and delight.
“Is it true? You’re trying for a baby?”
“Nothing is private in this palace,” Jiwon said, but she was smiling.
“Nothing is ever private. You know that.” Myeonghye pulled her into an embrace—a rare display of physical affection from the usually reserved princess. “I’m so happy for you both. You’ll be wonderful parents.”
“We hope so. Though I admit I’m terrified.”
“Everyone is terrified of becoming a parent. That’s normal.” Myeonghye pulled back, studying her. “But you and Hyeon—you’re partners in everything. You’ll figure out parenting together just like you’ve figured out everything else.”
“What if it takes a long time? What if we struggle to conceive?”
“Then you’ll handle that together too.” The princess squeezed her hands. “But try not to borrow worry from the future. Be present with the joy of now.”
It was good advice, even if Jiwon wasn’t sure she could follow it.
The Waiting Begins
The first month, nothing happened.
Jiwon’s bleeding came on schedule, and she felt a surprising stab of disappointment even though she’d known it was unlikely to happen immediately.
“It’s fine,” Hyeon assured her. “We’ve only just started trying. These things take time.”
“I know. I just...” She couldn’t articulate the sudden urgency she felt. “I want to give you a child.”
“You will. But there’s no rush, Jiwon. We have all the time in the world.”
The second month, still nothing.
The third month, Jiwon began to worry in earnest.
“Maybe something is wrong with me,” she said one night, after her bleeding had started again.
“There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s only been three months.”
“What if I can’t conceive? What if all those years of preventive herbs damaged something—”
“Jiwon.” He took her face in his hands. “Stop. You’re spiraling into worry about something that may not even be a problem. Many couples take months or even a year to conceive. We’re not unusual.”
“But what if—”
“No what-ifs. Not yet.” He kissed her forehead. “We keep trying. We stay patient. And we don’t let this consume us with anxiety.”
She tried to follow his advice, but it was harder than she’d expected. Now that she wanted a child, wanted it desperately, every month that passed without pregnancy felt like failure.
The Palace’s Expectations
The palace, of course, had opinions about the situation.
“It’s been four months now since Consort Park stopped taking preventive herbs,” one court lady said within Jiwon’s hearing. “Curious that there’s no pregnancy yet.”
“Perhaps she’s not as fertile as one might hope.”
“Or perhaps the prince’s seed is weak.”
“Hush! Such talk is dangerous.”
But the talk continued, as it always did. Speculation about fertility, about whose fault it might be if pregnancy didn’t occur, about whether a prince needed a more fertile consort.
Jiwon tried to ignore it, but the whispers stung.
Princess Sukhye found her one afternoon, clearly having heard some of the gossip.
“Ignore them,” she said firmly. “Bitter women with nothing better to do than speculate about others’ private matters. Four months is nothing.”
“What if they’re right, though? What if I can’t give him children?”
“Then you’re still his beloved wife and partner. That doesn’t change.” Sukhye’s voice gentled. “Jiwon, you’re more to my brother than just a potential mother to his children. You know that, don’t you?”
“Intellectually, yes. But when I hear them talking—”
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