The New Heir

'The apartment I chose to reside in was in the richer district of the city, Orian wasn't exactly known for its lack of crime instead it seemed to glow with debaucherous affairs. As I stood on my balcony, I breathed in the fresh air and pondered on what this new life would hold for me. I was about to be elevated to royalty, instead of a bastard. My brother was finally to be given the throne he was rightfully deserved through blood right. My other brother could marry the girl of his dreams. And Andrei...well I don't know what would happen to him but I'm assuming he will get a title but not much else.
My thought was immediately broken when I heard my front door open. Fear shot through me. My instincts kicked in and I slowly turned around and walked softly into my bedroom, my bed still askew from my restless sleep that night. My night stand was right in the sight of the door. Silently I cursed myself, my dagger was in there. Footsteps could be heard in the kitchen are, my mind raced immediately to the drawer where all my cooking knives were. Quickly I looked around the room searching for a makeshift weapon. My fireplace had a clock on it but it was heavy and would take a lot of energy to carry it, Let alone the time it would take to throw it at the intruder. My eyes shifted down to the fire poker. Seeing it as my best option I went to take a step and grab it as swiftly and as quietly as I could, which wasn't very quiet at all.
My hand brushed the top and missed it entirely which set me grabbing for it again and then tripping, nearly hitting my head on the wall and almost stabbing myself all in the process, The sounds I had clearly made were heard by the intruder whose footsteps and silenced to nothing.
And then,
"Rhanye?"'

Authors Note: I am ready for some spicy content. On the real, I've had this story in my head for the longest time and what better way to get it out. :)
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