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

Chapter 91: The Mysteries of a Name

(sorry for the wait. I just graduated so I've been a bit busy.)

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"Just because he kissed me doesn't mean I have the faintest clue who he is," Y/n groaned.
"Because, really, who needs to know who they're kissing?" Sophie snapped next to her.
"Weren't you the one willing to kiss Tedros as soon as you saw him?" Y/n questioned.
"That's different," Sophie huffed. "That's when I was young and dumb. I'm different now."
"What if he had some disease?" Agatha fretted. "What if he cursed you? Or what if—"

"Girls, let's focus on what's important," Professor Dovey frowned, her face magnified inside the bubble over the dining table, wobbling from the ship's bumpy course. "The Snake is still at large and coming for Camelo—"
"Why couldn't stupid Teddy just have shown up?" Sophie blared. "Instead we get some dumb savior boy who's probably a major creep."
"We don't even know who he is!" Agatha agreed. "I mean, you don't even know his name."
"I didn't mean to kiss him!" Y/n argued back. "He just sort of did it, and I didn't know what to do!"
"Keep your voices down!" Professor Dovey said. "The last thing we need is word getting out that while the Woods is crumbling and a villain is on the loose, Camelot's beloved Queen is kissing random men."

"I feel like I'm being severely judged for something I didn't even consent to..." Y/n mumbled. She turned her head towards the galley instead. With all the new questers rescued onto the Igraine after the Four Point battle, the ship's interior was chock-full. Luckily no one was listening to her and the other two. Beatrix and Reena were sniffling and writing letters of condolence to Millicents relatives, while Dot was at the window, managing to catch a seagull to deliver a letter to her, now that Orion was gone and couldn't deliver anything for them. Hester and Anadil were tending to Kiko's burns, Vex's mangled ear, and ten other injured questers in a makeshift hospital; bandaged-up Hort was barking at the enchanted pot to make him a sandwich (it made broccoli instead); Nicola was studying Sophie's Quest Map (that Sophie had let Nicola borrow it all was proof their friendship had come a long way); and through the bathroom door; Y/n could see Bogden and Willam poring over a round of tarot cards on the floor.

"Agatha's right. It matters who this boy is," said Professor Dovey. "Not just because we need him on our side, but because we need to know what he wants—"
"He said he wanted to protect Camelot and its king," Y/n said with a shrug.
"He's probably an evil soul inside," Sophie said bitterly. "Men like that are too good to be true."
"He seemed pretty Good to me," Y/n said.
"Should Good men kiss taken girls without even asking?" Agatha asked.
"Maybe he just read the situation wrong?" Y/n suggested.
"If he's Good, then why haven't I seen him before?" Dovey hounded. "It is a truth universally acknowledged that a boy in possession of a Good charterer must want to come to my school, even if they aren't sixteen on the day of the takings. Yet, despite the fact I review thousands of applications for prospective Evers each year, I've never seen this 'Lion' in my life. And I've had a good look at his face—"

The Dean seemed to move her ball because the field of view turned upside down, veering around Sophie's quarters in the School Master's tower, which the wolves were violently remodeling while Professor Manley supervised— thankfully Sophie didn't notice— before the crystal ball settled on the Storian's painting of a tan, copper-haired boy kissing Y/n.
Dovey turned the crystal ball back on herself. "I had the fairies copy the boy's image and without giving details, I asked all the teachers and students of both schools if they recognized him. No one had ever seen this boy before. Not a single person. Which, given his accomplishments and skills last night, seems rather impossible. There is something familiar in his face, though... something I can't quite put my finger on—"
She coughed hard, clutching her chest, upending the ball. As it resettled, Y/n noticed the black ridges under Dovey's eyes had grown deeper, her face seemingly older overnight.
"Professor, I know you want us to retrieve the rest of the quest teams," said Y/n, "but you don't sound well—"
"We can come back to school and help you," Sophie agreed, suddenly alert. "That's my quest as Dean—"