Sisters in the Royal Court
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 6: Becoming Nain
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 6: Becoming Nain - 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
Early 1481 - Jiwon age 14, Hyeon age 16
Jiwon woke in the dark hours before dawn to find her sleeping mat stained with blood.
For a moment, panic seized her—was she injured? Ill? Then understanding flooded through her, followed by a strange mixture of relief and trepidation.
Her first bleeding. Menarche. The transition every girl both anticipated and dreaded.
She was no longer a child. She was a woman now.
She cleaned herself quietly, not wanting to wake the other Jimil sleeping nearby, and changed into fresh undergarments. Then she sat on her mat in the darkness, arms wrapped around her knees, and tried to understand what this meant.
Everything was about to change.
The senior court ladies noticed by midday.
It was impossible to hide such things in the palace—the laundry, the slight discomfort in her movements, the careful way she sat. One of the older women approached her during afternoon duties.
“You’ve reached your woman’s time.”
It wasn’t a question. Jiwon nodded, keeping her eyes lowered.
“You’ll need to inform the household administrator. There are rituals to observe, records to update.” The woman’s voice softened slightly. “And your duties will change. You know this?”
“Yes, Aunt.”
“You’re to serve Prince Hyeon, who is himself nearing manhood. The protocols are strict now.” A pause. “Unless arrangements have been made otherwise.”
Jiwon’s heart stuttered. “I don’t understand, Aunt.”
But the woman simply looked at her with something knowing in her eyes. “Don’t you? Well. Report to the administrator this evening. She’ll explain what happens next.”
The household administrator was a stern woman in her fifties who had served in the palace for over thirty years. She sat behind a low table covered in scrolls and records, her expression unreadable as Jiwon knelt before her.
“Park Jiwon. Fourteen years old. First bleeding?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Congratulations. You’re a woman now.” The administrator made a notation in her records. “This changes your status. You’ll undergo the transition ceremony next week—you’ll become Nain, an adult palace woman. Your training period is officially complete.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“As Nain, you’ll have more freedom and more responsibility. Higher rank, better quarters.” The administrator looked up, her gaze sharp. “But there are also restrictions. Adult women do not serve in the intimate quarters of unmarried princes without specific sanction.”
Jiwon’s throat tightened. “I ... I serve Prince Hyeon, ma’am. I have for years.”
“I’m aware.” The administrator set down her brush. “Under normal circumstances, you would be reassigned. A fourteen-year-old woman serving closely to a sixteen-year-old prince—the potential for impropriety is obvious.”
“Ma’am, I have never—”
“I know. Your conduct has been exemplary.” The woman’s expression softened fractionally. “Which is why arrangements have been made.”
“Arrangements?”
“Prince Hyeon himself has requested that you remain in his service. He argued that you know his household better than anyone, that your work is exceptional, and that reassigning you would create inefficiency.” The administrator’s mouth twitched. “He was quite insistent, actually. I’ve never heard the boy speak so forcefully about anything.”
Warmth flooded through Jiwon’s chest. He had fought to keep her.
“Additionally,” the administrator continued, “Princess Myeonghye, Princess Sukhye, and Princess Jeongmyeong all submitted formal recommendations supporting your continued placement. They cited your valuable service to them as well.”
The princesses. Of course. They had promised support, and they were delivering.
“The result,” the administrator said, “is that you’ll remain with Prince Hyeon after becoming Nain. But understand what this means, child. Everyone in the palace will know. They’ll understand the implication.”
“What implication, ma’am?”
The administrator looked at her with something like pity. “That you’re being kept close for a reason. That someday, when the prince is old enough to choose a consort, you might be that choice.” She paused. “Or that you’re simply available for his pleasure in the meantime, should he wish it.”
The blunt words made Jiwon flinch.
“People will talk,” the administrator continued. “They’ll make assumptions. Some will be cruel. You’ll need thick skin to endure it.”
“I understand, ma’am.”
“Do you?” The woman studied her. “You’re fourteen. You’re about to be placed in a position of enormous delicacy. One misstep—one hint of actual impropriety—and you could be cast out, punished, or worse. Can you handle that pressure?”
Jiwon met her eyes steadily. “I’ve been in the palace since I was five, ma’am. I’ve learned to navigate pressure.”
The administrator nodded slowly. “I believe you have. Very well. The ceremony is in one week. Prepare yourself.”
The transition ceremony was both profound and anticlimactic.
Jiwon knelt with a dozen other girls who had reached womanhood that month. Court ladies performed the ritual washing, dressed them in the formal clothing of Nain, arranged their hair in the adult style. Incense burned. Prayers were offered to ancestors and protective spirits.
Then it was done. They were women. They were Nain.
Jiwon returned to her new quarters—slightly larger, slightly more private—and sat on her mat, staring at her hands.
The same hands that had written a thousand letters, prepared countless rooms, saved a prince from punishment when she was eight years old.
But now everything was different. Now she was a woman serving a young man, and the air between them would be charged with implications she could no longer pretend to ignore.
She saw the change in people’s eyes immediately.
The other servants looked at her with envy, suspicion, or knowing smirks. The court ladies watched her movements more closely. Even the palace guards seemed aware of her in a new way.
She’s the one being kept close to Prince Hyeon.
Wonder what she does to earn such favor.
Pretty little thing. No wonder the prince wanted to keep her.
Jiwon held her head high and ignored the whispers. Let them talk. She knew the truth—she had earned her place through skill and loyalty, not through any impropriety.
But the whispers still stung.
The first time she saw Hyeon after becoming Nain, he was in his study, absorbed in a text. She entered quietly, bowing.
“Your Highness. I’ve prepared—”
He looked up, and his expression froze.
She was wearing the formal Nain clothing now—the more elegant jeogori and chima, her hair arranged in the adult style. She looked older, more refined, unmistakably a woman rather than a girl.
“Jiwon.” His voice was strange, slightly rough. “You look ... different.”
“I am Nain now, Your Highness. The ceremony was yesterday.”
“I know. I...” He cleared his throat. “I made sure you could stay. In my household. I hope that was acceptable.”
“More than acceptable, Your Highness. I’m grateful.”
“You shouldn’t be. You earned your place.” He stood, and she realized with a start that he was taller now—much taller than when they’d first met six years ago. When had he grown so much? “I won’t let them reassign you just because of arbitrary protocol.”
“Your Highness is kind.”
“I’m selfish,” he corrected. “I don’t want anyone else serving me. I’ve grown ... accustomed to you.”
The words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning.
Accustomed to you.
Not: accustomed to your work. Not: accustomed to your service.
To you.
“I’m glad, Your Highness,” Jiwon said softly. “I’ve grown accustomed to serving you as well.”
They looked at each other for a long moment—too long, really, for servant and master. But neither looked away.
Finally, Hyeon cleared his throat again. “I should return to my studies.”
“Of course, Your Highness.”
But as she left the room, she felt his eyes following her, and she knew with certainty that the administrator had been right.
Everything had changed.
Spring 1481 - Jiwon age 14, Hyeon age 16
The weeks following her transition were a careful dance of new awareness and old familiarity.
Jiwon still performed her duties—preparing his quarters, managing his belongings, serving his meals. But now there was a charge to every interaction, a heightened consciousness of proximity and touch.
When she handed him something and their fingers brushed, she felt electricity.
When she knelt to arrange items near where he sat, she was hyperaware of his nearness.
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