Sisters in the Royal Court
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 25: New Life
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 25: New Life - 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
Summer 1491 - Six months after their marriage
Jisoo woke feeling nauseated for the third morning in a row.
At first, she’d thought it was something she’d eaten—rich food from a court banquet, perhaps, or simply the summer heat affecting her appetite. But as she lay in bed, hand pressed to her stomach, awareness dawned with startling clarity.
Her monthly bleeding was late. Very late.
And the nausea, the exhaustion, the strange tenderness in her breasts—she’d heard these symptoms before, whispered among court ladies, discussed in careful tones.
She was pregnant.
The Realization
For a long moment, Jisoo simply lay there, processing.
A baby. She was carrying Hyeon’s child.
The thought filled her with equal parts joy and terror. Joy because—despite everything, despite this marriage born of grief and protection rather than love—she wanted this. Wanted to give Hyeon something Jiwon never could. Wanted to create new life, new hope, something that was purely theirs rather than shadowed by loss.
But terror because of what had happened to Jiwon. The pregnancy that had seemed healthy until it wasn’t. The baby who had lived less than a day. The grief that had nearly destroyed them both.
What if the same thing happened to her? What if she carried this child for months only to lose it, to add more grief to what they’d already endured?
“Jisoo?” Hyeon’s voice was rough with sleep. “Are you all right? You’re very still.”
She turned to find him watching her with concern.
“I think...” She took a breath. “I think I might be pregnant.”
He sat up immediately, fully awake. “You think—are you certain?”
“No. Not certain. But I’m late, and I’ve been nauseated, and...” She gestured vaguely at her body. “All the signs point to it.”
His expression was complex—hope and fear warring visibly on his face. “We should call the physician. To confirm.”
“Yes. But Hyeon—” She caught his hand. “If I am pregnant, I’m terrified. Of what might happen. Of what happened before.”
Understanding flooded his face. “Jiwon’s pregnancy.”
“And losing the baby. And then losing her.” Jisoo’s voice shook. “What if the same thing happens to me? What if we go through all of that again?”
He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. “Then we face it together. Just like we’ve faced everything else. But Jisoo—you’re not Jiwon. Your body is different. This pregnancy will be different.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No, I don’t. But I refuse to live in fear of what might happen before we even know what is happening.” He pulled back to look at her. “Let’s confirm first. Then we’ll deal with whatever comes, together.”
She nodded, drawing strength from his steadiness. “Together.”
The Confirmation
The physician examined her carefully—the same physician who had attended Jiwon’s pregnancy, which made Jisoo’s anxiety even worse.
“Your pulse has the characteristic flutter,” he said, pressing fingers to her wrist. “Your symptoms align. I believe congratulations are in order, Consort Park. You’re approximately six weeks pregnant.”
Six weeks. A tiny life, barely begun, already growing inside her.
Hyeon’s hand found hers, squeezing tightly.
“Is she healthy?” he asked, his voice tense. “Is everything normal?”
“At this early stage, everything appears normal. But Consort Park will require careful monitoring throughout the pregnancy, given...” He paused delicately. “Given the family history.”
Given that Jiwon had lost a baby and then died of fever. He didn’t need to say it explicitly.
“I’ll do everything you recommend,” Jisoo said. “Whatever it takes to keep the baby safe.”
“Good. I’ll want to examine you regularly, more frequently than typical. And at the first sign of any complication—pain, bleeding, fever—you must summon me immediately.”
“We will,” Hyeon promised.
After the physician left, they sat together in silence, both processing the news.
“A baby,” Hyeon said finally, his voice full of wonder. “We’re going to have a baby.”
“Are you happy?” Jisoo asked tentatively. “Or just afraid?”
“Both. Completely both.” He placed his hand on her still-flat stomach. “But more happy than afraid, I think. This is new life, Jisoo. New hope. Something that’s ours to build together.”
“Not a replacement for what you lost with Jiwon?”
“No. Never that.” His voice was firm. “This is our child. Yours and mine. Completely separate from anything that came before.”
The distinction mattered. As it always did with him.
“I want this baby so much,” Jisoo whispered. “I didn’t realize how much until just now. But I’m so afraid of losing it.”
“We’ll be careful. We’ll do everything right. And if something goes wrong—” His voice caught. “If something goes wrong, we’ll survive it together. But I’m choosing to believe things will go right this time. That we’ll hold our healthy child and watch them grow.”
She wanted to believe that too. Wanted to let herself hope without fear shadowing every moment.
“Help me believe,” she said. “When I’m afraid, help me remember to hope.”
“I will. I promise.”
Telling the Princesses
They told the princesses that evening.
All three women reacted with careful joy—happiness tempered by the memory of what had happened to Jiwon.
“Congratulations,” Myeonghye said, embracing Jisoo. “This is wonderful news.”
“Are you feeling well?” Jeongmyeong asked, her face creased with concern. She had two children now herself and understood pregnancy’s challenges.
“Nauseated, but the physician says that’s normal.”
“It is. Perfectly normal.” Jeongmyeong squeezed her hand. “But you must be careful. Rest when you need to. Don’t push yourself.”
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t,” Hyeon said firmly.
Princess Sukhye was quieter than the others, her expression thoughtful. When she finally spoke, her voice was gentle. “Jiwon would be happy about this. She’d want you both to have this joy.”
The words made Jisoo’s throat tight. “Do you really think so?”
“I know so. She loved you both. She’d want you to build a life together, to create new happiness.” Sukhye smiled. “A baby is the perfect way to do that.”
The First Months
The early months of pregnancy were difficult.
The nausea was relentless, sometimes lasting all day rather than just mornings. Jisoo struggled to eat, to keep food down, to function through the exhaustion that made even simple tasks feel overwhelming.
Hyeon was endlessly patient, bringing her bland foods that might stay down, sitting with her through the worst bouts of sickness, holding her hair back when she needed to vomit.
“I’m sorry,” she said one particularly bad morning. “I’m disgusting right now.”
“You’re growing our child. That’s the opposite of disgusting.” He wiped her face with a cool cloth. “You’re remarkable.”
“I don’t feel remarkable. I feel like a disaster.”
“A remarkable disaster, then.” His smile was gentle. “But this will pass. The physician said the sickness usually eases after the first few months.”
“What if it doesn’t?”
“Then we deal with it for the whole pregnancy. Whatever it takes.”
His steadiness helped. When she felt overwhelmed or frightened, he was there—solid, calm, refusing to let her drown in anxiety.
The Fear
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