His older sister, Anya

Cathan charged out the doorway to see a fierce woman in gleaming steel armour. Her head was covered by a knightly helmet and in her fist, she held a sword. Cathan knew exactly who this was.

"You're actually preparing for a fight?" she asked him.

"Yes, Anya." Cathan said.

"You know who I am?"

This scene was supposed to be a twist but having read this story before, Cathan already knew who it was. The knight removed her helmet, her black hair flowed down her back.

Cathan was not surprised to find himself staring at the face of his older sister, Anya. She had the same soft features as him. She was strong and tall and five years older than Cathan.

Growing up, Cathan had at first seen her his heroine, always protecting him from the noble girls who are always trying to grab and bully him.

Then he hit his head and remembered that she was one of the possible invaders in this story and realised that she really just wanted him for herself.

Anya noticed the change in Cathan's personality, he became more assertive when she became furious with him when he let a girl touch him. He even fucked a noble girl and proudly told her this himself.

When Anya still tried to catch him naked and then tickle him, he punched her in the face.

Then three years ago, their parents called Anya a traitor and prepared to exile her. Cathan advised that Anya be executed or at least imprisoned, citing her as a "doom flag" but their parents refused his request. Since Anya was exiled, Cathan knew then more than ever that he would need to train so he could remain stronger than her.

"Did father ever tell you why he had me exiled?" Anya asked.

"You were going to overthrow him and now you've come back to finish the job with an army of exiles." Cathan explained.

Their father never actually told Cathan this but he knew from reading the story. Anya was taken aback.

"He actually told you and how did you know about my army?"

Cathan already knew that their father would not even try to stop the invaders. Both he and Anya agreed the man was a coward.

While things had gone a little off script, it still looked like he might still end up with a collar round his neck. Cathan felt his heart beating.

"Little brother, which of us do you think would make a better king?" Anya asked.

"Me." Cathan replied bluntly.

"That was what I told... WHAT!? You cannot be serious!" Anya exclaimed.

"Why do you not think I can rule?" Cathan questioned. "I understand that in canon, I was weak and fragile little bitch but that's not the case anymore. You have no reason to doubt me and I highly doubt you were doing all this may as you're about to say. You also never had an argument about why our brother shouldn't rule. He'd be better than you."

"SHUT UP!!" Anya roared. "You just don't want a woman ruling this kingdom!"

"Your argument basically amounts to me being girly looking!" I retorted. "How is that any better!?"

Tears filled Anya's eyes.

"Father tore me from you!" she sobbed.

Cathan stared at Anya. He was the better fighter, always beating her during their sparring matches but she was wearing armour and he wasn't. He had only one card to play.

"Anya, I love you." he said, lowing his sword.

"Thank you, Cathan," Anya said.

Anya sheathed her sword and darted forward to Cathan. Her arms wrapped round him and her lips were on his.

And then, Cathan bit down on them. Anya screamed in pain as she fell back. Cathan pinned his sister to the ground, sword at her throat.