Courtintrigue Stories

A modern woman transmigrates as a Crown Princess, drafting a fake-marriage contract with a lethal general and a brilliant scholar to survive court politics. But instead of honoring the business deal, her dangerous husbands join forces to ruthlessly conquer her heart. "A masterclass in tactical seduction. You'll never look at a contract the same way again."

After waiting seven years for a marriage that was endlessly delayed, Shen Li is stunned when her fiancé drunkenly trades their imperial wedding decree to his feared uncle, Prince Rui. Betrayed but unwilling to break, she accepts the decree and prepares to marry the cold war prince instead. As the capital mocks the scandal, even her former mother-in-law chooses Shen Li's side - sending wedding gifts for her new marriage and silently admitting her son never deserved her.

🥇 1st Place - Best Prologue (Whispers Beneath the Ice mini-awards, 2025) 🥈 2nd Place - Best Writing Style (Enchanted Grave Awards, 2025) 🥈 2nd Place - Best Villain (Starfish Awards, 2025) ⸻ ✧ ⸻ Beneath the earth, the sun is only a memory - and its light is no longer free. The powerful have bottled it, priced it, and called it holy. Every flicker, every breath, must be paid for in Lumen. Lucy Farrow was born in the Gloom, where the air tastes of rust and hope is a dangerous thing. Her mother taught her to keep her glow low - to survive unseen. But when the light inside her begins to stir, Lucy's secret could unravel the order that keeps their divided city alive. High above, in the marble halls of the Halo, Prince Cassian Soleyne uncovers a secret among ink and dust - a forbidden lineage that could unmake the civilization he was born to protect. His duty is to snuff it out: his heart tells him to save it. As rebellion brews in the dark and doubt kindles in the light, their paths will cross - and together they will awaken a fire long thought dead. A Radiant who could bring back the dawn, and set the Light free. ⸻ ✧ ⸻ She sat at the polished desk in the Lantern Man's office, copying names in glowing ink. "Careful with the curves, bright girl," he said. Lucy straightened her quill. "Yes, sir." He smiled. Not unkind. Just heavy. "You've got a quick hand," he murmured. "That's rare here." She tried not to smile too widely at the praise. "Say, Lucy... how is your mother?" She dipped her quill again. "She's fine, sir." "Is she now?" His cane tapped gently against the floor. Lucy nodded, focused. "Maybe I should visit her," he said. "It's been a while." That made her brighten. "Of course, mister! You're always welcome." The tapping stopped. For a moment, there was only the scratching of her quill. Then the light above her flickered before settling into a slow, steady pulse. The Lantern Man watched it carefully. "Good", he said.

I died... ...And woke up as Kyla Thornevale-the hated villainess destined for execution in the novel How to Snag a Prince. Everyone in the world despises me: my father, my brother, and all of high society. Armed with the knowledge of every betrayal, every death flag, and every tragic ending, I have one goal: survive. The crown prince-my future executioner-glared at me like I'd offended the gods. The cold knight refused to remove his weary, suspicious gaze from my face. And the aloof court mage, whom Kyla once tormented as a child, threatened to imprison me the moment I stepped out of line. At the royal ball where Kyla's downfall was supposed to begin, changes began to happen, but not in the way I had thought or expected. Even the heroine-supposed to be bright, kind, and beloved-kept framing me for things I never did, twisting every gesture into another accusation. And now I'm trapped in her body, dodging punishments I don't deserve and death flags I didn't earn. I reincarnated as the villainess. But I refuse to follow the plot- even if the plot refuses to let me escape.

"Why does he always do what i am not expecting?" she said while lying on the bed. "He isn't good, that's what i am supposed to think. Then why does he not look bad in any sense?" she mumbled to herself. "Mumbling may reveal your thoughts to people you don't want to, I suggest you to either stop it, or keep the doors closed" he said, elegantly entering the room. 'So perfect, isn't he? The clothes are clean, the hair are set, and he does a lot of things that would have made me hate him by now. Just like he interrupted me right now.' she thought to herself. 'But why? Why do i always feel like he's always lying? Like, I have never seen the real him, ever?' she thought. "Anything i can help with?" he asked, seeing she was busy in her thoughts. "Nope. You can't help it." She smiled and got up in the bed. "I'll help myself. Thank you for asking though." "I'm your husband after all." he said it, and sat in his seat. Studying, maps for some reason.

For eighteen years, Liang Ruoyin existed in the Liang Manor as nothing more than an invisible shadow. She bled her heart and soul dry drafting military treatises to pave her legitimate brother's path into officialdom, and plucked the zither strings until her fingers bled, composing melodies that crowned her legitimate sister as the capital's "Number One Talented Lady." ​And what did she receive in return for such absolute devotion? A pair of hands pinned down and brutally crushed with a wooden mallet by her own family. A bowl of poison forced down her throat, stripping away her voice forever. And a tattered, foul-smelling straw mat used to toss her broken body into a desolate forest for the ravenous wolves to devour. ​However, the "wolf" that dragged her back from the brink of death was none other than Shangguan Xidian - The Seal-Holding Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial and Superintendent of the Eastern Depot. This treacherous official, feared and revered as the Lord of Nine Thousand Years, had simply been on his way back to the capital. ​He sought out a divine physician to heal her wounds and tossed her a brand-new identity so she could exact her revenge on the Liang family. In exchange, she was to play her zither to soothe the Gu poison that gnawed at his flesh day and night. ​"From this moment on, you bear my surname, Shangguan. Alive, you are a member of the Shangguan clan; dead, you must be a ghost of the Shangguan clan. All your future honor and disgrace will be tied to the Shangguan clan."

London's Ton sees everything. Or so it believes. After returning from mourning, Lady Asher Draven intends only to settle her late father's affairs and keep her distance from society. Instead, she becomes entangled in the lives of the powerful Penwood family-particularly the sharp, unreadable Lady Araminta Gun. In a world of expectations, whispered gossip, equestrian rivalries, and carefully arranged appearances, feelings are rarely spoken plainly... and attraction is far more dangerous when neither side wishes to admit it exists. A slow-burn Bridgerton-inspired fan story filled with tension, layered dialogue, emotional restraint, and the kind of longing that lingers in silence.

In a kingdom governed by threes and traditions reaching back to the very Founder, Calla must navigate the Accords and her own loyalties. Once dismissed as an outsider, she rises within the Krillian court's careful cruelty, the King's favor finding her more than some believe it should. Ares Valebrand, her shadow and sentinel, gathers half-lies and hidden knowledge, building the steps she climbs toward power. Yet as Calla grows more entangled in the politics of the rival courts, whispers turn to screams inside of her, and her body bears marks she cannot fully remember. Symbols that feel less like scars and more like pleads. Note: Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!!! It is very appreciated. I love this story.

The night Maelys was born, a storm made a decision for her. A desperate woman, a coerced midwife, and a courtyard where someone died in the rain conspired to place one infant in a palace and erase another from the record entirely. Twenty-two years later, someone has come to unmake it, and she has twenty-two years of righteous fury, a powerful patron, and the specific weapon of a truth that supports multiple stories at once. Raised in the painted corridors and orange-blossom courtyards of Solenir Palace, Maelys knows how to read a room before she enters it, how to wear humor like armor over something more serious underneath, and how to survive in a court that admires her with one hand and doubts her with the other. She has been exceptional here her entire life. She knows what exceptions are for. When the girl she unknowingly replaced arrives with documents, damage, and the kind of righteous anger that is the most dangerous kind because it is not entirely wrong, nothing careful is enough anymore. With a conspiracy threading through the court's most elegant rooms, a bodyguard who has been keeping a report in a locked box for eight years waiting for the right person to receive it, and a crown prince who asks before he touches and is not without fault and is learning the difference between those two facts, Maelys must fight for her name, her life, and the identity she has spent twenty-two years choosing rather than receiving. This is a slow burn interracial historical romance with explicit intimacy, graphic violence, and a world that does not soften its edges for the comfort of anyone in it. It is a story about what is owed and what is chosen, about love as a continuous practice rather than a destination, about darkness that stays and is carried rather than resolved, and about a woman who refuses, repeatedly, in every room that tries to define her, to let anyone else decide who she is. Dark. Tender. Permanent. Earned. ©️ _RelleLebby_ // R. L.

He died betrayed by the family he trusted the most. When fate gives him a second chance, he wakes up on the very beginning of the life that once destroyed him. This time, he refuses to repeat the same mistakes. But the palace he once feared feels strangely different. The people he misunderstood seem kinder than he remembers. And the cold emperor... is far harder to read than in his previous life. As old wounds heals and hidden truths begin to surface, he must decide whether this new life is meant to the way he thought before marriage or the way he is leaving after marriage A fantasy BL tale of rebirth, palace secrets, and a love touched by fate.

Part 1: He was born to be the kingdom's weapon, but she might be the first thing he's ever chosen for himself. He's the kingdom's golden boy. Famous. Untouchable. A sword prodigy with a perfect name and a rotten home. She's a poor girl with dirt under her nails and a family she'd burn the world for. Mallory Dulcee only wanted work. Jonah Kinley only wanted to be left alone. But when she's hired onto his estate, their worlds collide in the most dangerous way: late-night training, stolen moments, secret walks home, and a connection that feels like sin in a city that worships status. And when the wrong people notice, "romance" stops being cute and starts being deadly. Because Jonah isn't just a noble boy. He's Royal Hand. And falling for the wrong girl might cost them both everything. Part 2: He promised he'd come back. Then the King declared war. Now Jonah Kinley is trapped behind enemy lines with a shadow team, a mission nobody is allowed to question, and a hooded monster of a commander who smiles like he enjoys pain. Back home, Mallory is left with letters... and silence. They write to survive: love, fear, prayers, jealousy, guilt. Every page pulls them closer, even as the world tries to tear them apart. And when Mallory becomes a target, she learns the hard way that being "Kinley's girl" isn't a compliment... it's a threat. Meanwhile Jonah is changing. The war is changing him. And the man pulling the strings wants Jonah to become something worse. They can survive a kingdom at war, but can their love survive what the war turns him into? This is just a first draft so do with that as you will. Also, this may sound stupid but thank you to everyone who has viewed my story. I appreciate you all so much!

A bride in a foreign court. A devoted husband. A brother she can't resist. Alice must navigate duty, whispered secrets, and shifting loyalties-where every glance is dangerous, every gesture loaded, and no heart is truly safe. ///New Chapters Posted Weekly - Wednesdays at 3PM UTC///

The fae realm was supposed to be whimsical and an escape from reality. But when Ursula follows August, a fawn prince of the Dawn Court, through a portal, she realizes it's anything but. Every creature thirsts for human flesh and blood--in more ways than one. As the two form a friendship and, soon after, a blossoming romance, they have to fight tooth and nail to keep each other alive, no matter the cost. Assassination attempts, time travel, and and evil hidden within Elitist fae courts will have them tearing down personal ideologies, relationships, and their own physical and mental limits. Saving the Fawn Prince will have your head spinning and your heart aching as both characters learn who they truly are, and what they mean to one another. + + + Updates Wednesdays at Midnight

Matchmaking Madness - Volume 1 In the treacherous world of the Inner Court, even marriage can become a battlefield. When the Emperor decrees that the brilliant yet dangerously independent daughter of General Lakan must be formally acknowledged as a princess, a carefully calculated chain of events is set into motion. What begins as a political arrangement soon becomes a subtle contest of strategy, influence, and quiet rebellion. Caught between imperial command and his own guarded paternal instincts, Lakan is forced into a game he did not choose - one where every move could determine his daughter's future. Meanwhile, the Moon Prince stands at the centre of the court's attention, admired for his elegance yet underestimated in ways that may prove perilous for everyone involved. As factions stir behind painted screens and unseen hands guide the board, one truth becomes increasingly clear: In the palace, even love can be weaponised. And some matches are arranged not to unite... but to control. Disclaimer This is a fan-created work inspired by the world and characters of The Apothecary Diaries. All rights to the original characters, setting, and concepts belong to their respective creators. This story is written purely for creative and entertainment purposes and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or connected to the original author, illustrator, or publishers.

Azalea's fascination with poison is no innocent hobby. Beneath her quiet obedience lies years of careful planning, and with every meal she carries to the emperor's chambers, she moves one step closer to revenge. In a palace where servants disappear without question and kindness is a weakness, Azalea must remain invisible while hiding the dangerous knowledge growing beneath her fingertips. Because one wrong move could mean her death.

She does not exist. Not in any record, any register, any list of court appointments inside the Joseon palace. Her role is forbidden to name, her abilities dangerous to acknowledge, and her presence essential to a throne that cannot afford to admit it needs her. She reads the heavens and decodes the lies hidden inside official documents and senses the spiritual corruption threading through the palace's sacred sites, all of it conducted alone, all of it in service of a crown that will never publicly claim her. He is the Crown Prince. Strategic, precise, and entirely capable of using power as a weapon. He has never looked at her. Until the court begins to fracture from the inside. The seal that the dynasty's founders paid enormous cost to install is being dismantled from within. The king is dying in a way no physician can explain. Someone has spent decades building a plan inside the fabric of the court's most sacred ceremonies, and it is days from completion. The only people who can stop it are a woman who does not officially exist and a prince who has just realized she does. What grows between them will not be simple. It will not be fast. It will cost them both more than either anticipated, built in dangerous proximity, under threat, in the slow accumulation of shared secrets and moral reckoning that passes between two people who were each shaped by the same brutal system and meet in the ruins of their own defenses. The darkness here is not decorative. The stars are not silent for nothing. ©️ _RelleLebby_//R. L.

Seventeen years following the ravages of a war that created three bitter generations, a fragile peace dithers at the brink. Like a woven cloth, a web of alliances, treaties, and secrets uphold the delicate balance between two great powers: The ancient empire of the Elemeri, which stretches the coastline of the known world. And the Holy See, an amalgamation of squabbling fiefdoms, duchies and papal lands in whose chaotic existence answers to no one ruler, save a single uncaring god. In such a world Lindel, the son of heroes, has been made a captain of the Palatine Guards. What appears a most envious post at first is a death trap for those caught unprepared, and he knows this best. For to be a guardian to the children of ancient kings is to walk a delicate tightrope. Together with a band of misfits and raw recruits, he must navigate the uneasy and shifting alliances between senators, generals, and less savoury characters. If not for the fragile peace, the life work of his father, then for his self-preservation, he must seek to preserve a status quo that he does not trust. For in the Empire, pieces of parchment and handshakes are all that stands between peace, and total war. Like cloth, such things are delicate. They can be cut and broken. Forever.

Pain is a lesson. Amalia was raised to be regal, fierce and unbroken - a princess who never shows weakness. But when a banquet of smiles turns to treachery and a rival house tries to kill her mother, Amalia's controlled world shatters. Forced to decide between the throne and her conscience, she must sharpen her blade, master the court's deadly theater, and discover what kind of ruler she will become: the gentle monarch she was taught to be, or the ruthless force the kingdom needs. Broken Princess is a dark YA fantasy about power, betrayal and the cost of survival.

Arellyn Deveraux, the radiant Princess of France, finds her life intertwined with Prince Ashton of Britain-a cold yet captivating royal. What begins as a formal encounter evolves into a complex relationship filled with tension, hidden emotions, and unexpected challenges. As secrets unravel and alliances are tested, Arellyn must navigate a world of intrigue, betrayal, and danger while discovering the depths of her own strength. In the face of adversity, she learns that love, courage, and resilience can shape her destiny in ways she never imagined.

The Daughter of King Torygg, Princess Aurelia was assigned Justiciar Ondolemar as her Aldmeri Dominion sponsored mentor when she was a child. years later, he continues his work at the Blue Palace as an Advisor to the Royal family. That is, until First Emissary Elenwen forces a betrothal between Aurelia and her former mentor as part of a larger, Thalmor plot. pre-civil war story