Wizard's Wish - (Kinda) Yandere SGE x reader

Chapter 61: Edgar and Essa

(first chapter from Sophie's pov in a while. As we get into book 4-6, a lot of them will only be from Y/n's pov as it was changed to only one charterer at a time for each chapter in those books, but it's already pretty evident from book 3. So most chapters that are in a different pov than Y/n's, I just feel are important enough for it, so even if a chapter is not mainly focused on Y/n, I wouldn't skip it!)

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"Tedros?" said the honey-edged voice.
"Tedros," Sophie repeated sleepily, coddled in silky black blankets like a cocoon.
"What about him?"
"Who?" Sophie breathed, still deep in a dream.
"Tedros. You've been saying his name again and again."

Sophie launched awake. Rafal was sitting in the window, peering out at the dull morning, looking younger than ever in black sleeveless shirt and short leather breeches that showed off his pale legs. It always felt so strange that this man who was supposed to mentor her, was eternally seventeen. She was technically older than him then, just not mentally.
"Seems strange, you'd whisper the name of the boy you're supposed to kill," he said.

Suddenly remembering the last night, the moment of doubt she had, seeing Y/n together with Tedros and Agatha together in the Storian's pages, she had asked her ring a simple question. All she had wanted was confirmation that Y/n was her's. Instead it had carved a different name into her finger, right under her ring. Tedros. She smushed her hand under her thing and sat up on her elbows.
"Oh, um, just thinking... no matter where I go, he seems to follow me like a rash..."

Rafal pushed onto his feet. "Then you'll have to erase him once and for all, won't you? Along with his advisor, so you'll have your fair princess all to yourself."

Sophie gritted a smile, her wary eyes following him as he sauntered towards her storybook on the altar table. The Storian was paused abruptly over a painting of Y/n, Agatha, and Tedros, surveying the School for Evil from a clifftop. Sophie noticed the three Evers weren't holding hands anymore and that Y/n's body seemed to be leaning away from Tedros. Had something happened between them? Her heart flipped at the thought, but not for the reason she should—

She squashed it. Are you insane? a) Tedros already had a girl; her best friend and the woman she's supposed to love, b) she shouldn't go after Tedros, she should want Y/n, c) just a few months ago Tedros would be willing to kill her!
"Before you woke, the Storian drew Y/n and her lovers only a few miles away and hasn't moved since," Rafal mulled, black boots clacking on stone as he circled the table. "It's like there's a glitch in the story, preventing the pen from telling us where they've gone. The only one it's writing about now is Y/n, who is still on that clifftop, alone."

"Maybe they gave up and went back to Gavaldon, and Y/n might join us any second," gushed Sophie hopefully. "Maybe we've won this story after all! Maybe I'll never have to see Tedros and Agatha again, and if I don't have to see them, then I don't have to kill them–"
"Then why is the book still open? Why hasn't the sun restored. If Y/n is the only one left, and she won't fight us, then the story should be declared over," Rafal narrowed his eyes at the storybook, his mouth a tight line. "No, the other two must be somewhere close... The Storian just can't find them yet..." he glanced back, unruffled. "But it doesn't matter, my love. As long as Y/n's name is the one written in your heart, and our soul is equal, their days are numbered."
Sophie hacked a cough. "Right... course... sorry, allergies," she wheezed, shunting her hand further beneath her leg. She couldn't dare let him see Tedros' name under her ring! He'd known what it meant! And if Rafal knew Y/n might not be her true love after all, he'd... he'd...
Kill me.

Sophie could feel her palm sticking to her thigh with sweat. How is this happening? All she'd ever wanted was love, and she'd thought that she had that in Y/n, the sweet girl who was always by her side. But just because of a moment of doubt, because she wanted to make sure Y/n was her's and nobody else's, she had instead confirmed Y/n might have never been for her to begin with, and now her heart was insisting her true love was Tedros? Tedros who she had absolutely hated for the last year?
Y/n is my true love! she begged herself.
Please. Change it to Y/n.
Y/n.
Y/n.
Y/n.
She peeked down at her hand.
Tedros.