Sisters in the Royal Court
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 19: Sisters Reunited
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 19: Sisters Reunited - 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
1490 - Jisoo age 18
Jisoo was sorting linens when the summons came.
“Consort Park is gravely ill. She’s asking for her sister.”
The words didn’t make sense at first. Jiwon had been fine just two days ago—tired perhaps, but fine. How could she be gravely ill so quickly?
But Jisoo dropped the linens and ran.
The Sickroom
Nothing could have prepared her for what she found.
Her brilliant, vibrant sister—the woman who had always been so strong, so capable, so alive—lay in bed looking small and fragile and desperately ill. Her skin burned with fever. Her breathing was labored. Her eyes, when they opened, were unfocused and glassy.
“Unnie,” Jisoo whispered, kneeling beside the bed and taking her sister’s hand. “I’m here.”
Jiwon’s eyes focused briefly, recognition flickering. “Jisoo?”
“Yes, unnie. I’m here.”
“Good.” Jiwon’s voice was weak, rough. “Good. I wanted ... wanted to see you.”
Prince Hyeon sat on the other side of the bed, looking haggard and hollow-eyed. He’d clearly been there for days, refusing to leave. When he looked at Jisoo, his face was ravaged with fear and grief.
“She keeps asking for you,” he said quietly. “Between the delirium. She wants her sister.”
Jisoo’s throat tightened. “How bad is it?”
“The physicians don’t think she’ll survive.” His voice broke completely. “The fever won’t break. They’ve tried everything.”
No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not Jiwon. Not her sister who had survived everything, who was so strong, who had so much left to do.
“Fight, unnie,” Jisoo whispered, squeezing her sister’s hand. “Please fight. You’re the strongest person I know. You can beat this.”
But even as she said it, she could see that Jiwon’s body was losing the battle. The fever had consumed her, was burning through her faster than any medicine could stop.
The Vigil
Jisoo stayed.
Through the day, through the night, through the endless hours of watching her sister suffer. She held Jiwon’s hand, wiped her fevered brow with cool cloths, whispered words of comfort and love.
The princesses came and went, their faces stricken with grief. Court ladies brought fresh water, new remedies, anything that might help. Physicians checked and rechecked, their expressions growing grimmer each time.
But Jisoo stayed constant, refusing to leave her sister’s side.
“I’m here,” she would murmur whenever Jiwon surfaced from delirium. “I’m right here, unnie. You’re not alone.”
Sometimes Jiwon would seem to hear her, would squeeze her hand weakly in response. Other times she was lost in fever dreams, muttering about the palace as a child, about Prince Hyeon, about baby Soyeon.
“I couldn’t save her,” Jiwon whispered during one lucid moment, tears streaming down her fevered face. “Our baby. I couldn’t save her.”
“That wasn’t your fault, unnie. You did everything you could.”
“I failed.”
“You didn’t fail. You loved her. That’s what mattered.”
Hyeon was there too, always there, holding Jiwon’s other hand, his face a mask of controlled devastation. He barely spoke, barely moved, just held on as if he could keep Jiwon alive through sheer force of will.
Jisoo watched him and felt her heart break for him. He loved Jiwon so completely, so desperately. Losing her would destroy him.
The Conversation
On the third night, during a brief moment when Jiwon seemed more alert, more present, she turned to Jisoo with surprising clarity.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Save your strength, unnie. Don’t try to talk—”
“Listen.” Jiwon’s grip on her hand tightened with what little strength she had. “You need to listen.”
Jisoo leaned closer. “I’m listening.”
“When I’m gone...” Jiwon’s breath caught. “When I’m gone, Hyeon will be ... lost. Destroyed. He won’t know how to survive this.”
“Unnie, don’t talk like that—”
“He’ll need someone. Someone kind and patient and understanding.” Jiwon’s fevered eyes held Jisoo’s with desperate intensity. “Promise me you’ll watch over him. Promise me you won’t let him drown in grief.”
“I promise, unnie. I promise I’ll help however I can.”
“You’re stronger than you think, Jisoo. Stronger than you’ve ever believed.” Jiwon’s voice was fading, exhaustion pulling at her. “Don’t live in my shadow anymore. Step into the light. Be who you’re meant to be.”
“I don’t know how to do that without you.”
“You do. You always have.” Jiwon managed a weak smile. “You were never ordinary, little sister. You were just quiet. There’s a difference.”
Tears streamed down Jisoo’s face. “I love you, unnie. So much.”
“I love you too. More than I ever said. More than I showed.” Jiwon’s eyes were closing, delirium pulling at her again. “Take care of him, Jisoo. Please. Take care of him.”
“I will. I promise I will.”
Jiwon’s hand relaxed in hers as she slipped back into fevered sleep.
Jisoo sat there, holding her sister’s hand, understanding with terrible clarity that these were Jiwon’s final instructions. Her last wishes.
Take care of Hyeon. Watch over him. Don’t let him drown in grief.
It was a heavy burden to place on someone. But Jisoo would carry it, because Jiwon had asked. Because her sister—her brilliant, brave, beloved sister—deserved to die knowing the man she loved would be cared for.
The Last Hours
As dawn approached on the fourth day, Jisoo knew the end was near.
Jiwon’s breathing had changed, becoming more labored, more irregular. The fever still raged, but her body seemed to be giving up the fight, shutting down system by system.
The princesses had returned, keeping vigil in quiet grief. Hyeon had climbed into the bed beside Jiwon, holding her, whispering words of love that broke Jisoo’s heart to hear.
“I love you. I’ll always love you. You’re everything to me.”
Jisoo held her sister’s hand and watched her die.
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