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

Chapter 69: In Darkness Comes a Queen

(New fits for the coven too. Not explicitly said in text tho when they get these new fits. But idk, I just felt like drawing them too while I was at it.)

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When Y/n woke up in the School Master's tower, the first thing she noticed was her wrists, chained together, a cover and her right pointy finger, restricting her use in magic.

She rose up, and saw that she was alone in the tower, dawn lighting up the room from the window. She sat up in the bed, and saw that she was now dressed in a white dress, chains all around her body, making her look like some sort of prisoner bride. The ring which she had taken off now again sat comfortably on her finger.

She stood up and walked to the window. Across the bay, green fog snaked over the quiet black castles of Old and New, hazy beneath a morning sun no bigger than a yellow marble. We don't have too much time left, she thought.

"Awake at last I see, Queen of Good,"
Y/n turned sharply and saw the School Master in the doorway to the room.
"I am," she said. "Rhian."
For the first time, it seemed like the School Master had truly not expected to hear the name, like it shook him to the core.
"That's not my name," Rhian said. "What makes you call me the name of my forsaken brother?"
"You've always been called by your brother's name," Y/n said with a smile. "His name was Rafal, wasn't it?"
"How..." he said.
"I found a journal by a boy named James Hook. Quite interesting. And you found him quite pretty, didn't you?" Y/n asked. "I figured it out thanks to Hort, who mentioned how you looked at the male students, and Hook mentioned too that Rhian, the 'Good' School Master, was quite interested in boys. And then I remembered what you told us our first year. You only like boys. And then I remembered your brother's ghost, identical to you with white hair and pale skin, but with green eyes. James Hook said Rafal had green eyes, and Rhian had blue."

"Cleaver, cleaver..." Rhian spat, looking annoyed. "You were awfully clever sometimes. But I abandoned that name long ago."
"I don't understand, why did you change your name?" she questioned.
"You see, I grew up to believe I was the Good brother, simply because, well, I was the pretty brother. We were told that one was Good, and one was Evil. But they never said who was who, both of us simply just assumed. After a while however, my brother figured that maybe we were in the wrong shoes, but I never wanted to admit it. But in the end, the Storian had to choose one between me and my brother, and I could never let it choose anyone but me. That's when I truly understood. I'm Evil to my core. I just believed that I was Good because Evil feels Good. But still, I didn't feel like myself anymore. I'm not the same person I was then. So I decided to change my identity, my name. Because I'm not Rhian anymore."
"So you decided to drag your brother into the mud?" Y/n questioned. "Make him look like the bad guy while your name will be remembered as a saint?"
"I would say it's quite the opposite," Rhian said. "I'm making my brother's name a legend. Because everyone will remember the name of Rafal, Evil's savior. And I'll make all of Good bow down to me." He pulled her closer with her chains. "Better get used to it now."

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Her and Y/n's dresses were no accident, Sophie realized. Rafal had planned the whole ceremony white they were sleeping.
Now Sophie waited outside the tall double doors inside the old Evil castle, her chest drumming with anticipation. In her hands was a long chain, connecting to Y/n like a leash to her wrists. Sophie held onto it so hard it left dents in her hand, like the h/c girl would run away any moment if she wasn't careful.

With a baneful creak, the dark-wood doors slid open and eerie off-key music began, like a wedding march played backwards. She looked up at two black fairies perched on the door, sliding their green stingers across tiny violins.
"Are you ready?" his voice said.
She turned to Rafal, face framed by a wall of defaced old portraits in the leaky stair room.
"Yes," she said.
They never waited for Y/n to answer.