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

Chapter 101: Y/n's Choice

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Tedros imagined it was Rhian that they were beating. 

That's how he survived the pirates.
Every stomping kick they'd given him, every brass-knuckled punch, every full-force blow gushing blood from his lip or eye, Tedros mentally redirected at the traitor who sat upon his throne. The friend who turned out to be his worst enemy. His loyal knight who turned out to be neither loyal nor a knight.

Now, curled up in his cell, Tedros could hear the scum's voice resounding down the hall, magically amplified by whatever hocus-pocus his friends were doing in their other cell. Acid rage burnt his chest. It was like they were broadcasting Rhian's voice just to taunt him.

But then Rhian started talking about Y/n.
Y/n, his princess.
Y/n, who was now in the arms of that traitor.
Tedros felt the rage burn inside him again, before the rage turned to sorrow as he continued to listen.
Y/n had wanted him dead?...
"Was he telling the truth?" he yelled.
His voice echoed down the hall.
"About Y/n wanting me dead?... Was that the truth?"
Sophie gave him some answer but she didn't even bother listening to her. When did listening to Sophie ever turn out well?

He'd been too hard on her, too mean. She meant him well, even if she did hold him back. He shouldn't have yelled at her like that. Is that why she wants him to die? Doesn't she love him anymore?
No, no Rhian scammed her, just like he'd been scammed too.
His face flushed hot red.
He'd welcomed Rhian like a brother. He'd let Rhian date his princess if he wanted, trying to not be so possessive. He'd brought him into Camelot. Told him his secrets.
He'd practically given the pig his crown and wife.
Tedros could feel the taste of anger, foaming in his throat.
He should have held Y/n closer. It was a mistake to try and let her be more free, it just led her into danger. He needs to rain her in more. He needs to keep her to himself. And to Agatha, Sophie, and Hort he supposed. He already knew he'd never get them off his back. Even if he wished he could at least be gone with Sophie.

Y/n had been right about one thing though.
He'd been a bad king. Cowardly. Arrogant. Foolish. But when Y/n had told this to Sophie and Agatha yesterday. he'd been cut to the heart. Betrayed by the one person he trusted most, the one person he loved most. It had almost made him doubt her.
But in the end, it was his trust issues that ruined everything. For she'd been right, Y/n was always right when it came to those things.
And now, he'd given up his Fox to a Snake.

The only hope he had now was Agatha, his friend and advisor, the only person who had managed to escape the clutches of the pirates.
The pirates had revealed this by accident. They'd beaten him relentlessly, the gang of six reeking young adults, demanding to know where Agatha had fled. At first, his relief that she'd escaped numbed the pain of their blows. But then the relief washed off. He didn't even know where she was, if she was still even alive. Agatha was his and Y/n's only hope. But Agatha was one single person, all alone.

Tedros leaned against the dungeon wall, warm blood sliding down his abdomen. His raw, bruised back touched cold stone through the shreds in his shirt and he seized up. The edge in the bottom row where one of them had been chipped. He tried to think of Y/n's face to keep him conscious, but all he could conjure were the faces of those filthy punks as their boots bashed down. The pirates' assault had gone on for so long that at some point, it seemed disconnected from purpose. As if they were punishing him for his very existence.

Maybe Rhian had built his entire army on feelings like this. Feelings of people who thought because Tedros was born handsome and rich and a prince, he deserved to fall. To suffer.
But he could take all the suffering in the world if it meant Y/n lived.
To survive, his princess had to stay by the side of a horrible man. She had to play the part and act like she was okay with it all, even if she wasn't.
But that wasn't Y/n. He knew her too well. She would resist and she would try and get him free. No matter how much faith she'd lost in him.