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

Chapter 112: The Ultimate Mission

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Tedros lifted his head blearily, quite sure he'd imagined the whole thing.
He hadn't.

Reaper sat on the gilded throne, his bald, shriveled skin looking especially sickly beneath his crooked crown, his one good eye glowering at the prince, while Agatha looked stultified, her mouth agape.

Two more gnome guards wielding scimitars emerged from the darkness behind the throne and flanked the cat from both sides, while the gnome with the trumpet manned the door. On the head of the throne, the carved letters C.R.R TEAPEA rearranged to...
REAPER CAT
Tedros choked.
"Huh," Y/n said, her head tilting.
God she's cute, Tedros thought, almost getting distracted, but when he saw the cat again in the corner of his eyes, it all flooded back.

Reaper sat on his hind legs and meowed loudly into the silence.
Y/n shot up. "Of course, your um, highness," she said. She approached the throne, and the cat whispered to her.
Y/n held her glowing finger to the cat's throat, and mumbled an incantation, before moving back to where she stood originally, by his side.
"This is impossible," said Agatha, blinking like a fool. "There has to be some mistake—"
"No mistake," said her cat with a firm, deep voice. "You just haven't been paying attention."
Agatha rocked back on her heels. "You talk?"
"I find man's language a limited and ugly one, but thanks to Y/n's spell, I can communicate for the purposes of this meeting," said Reaper, before turning his bold yellow eyes on Tedros. "And you're lucky I haven't spoken before today, given you've kicked me, called me Satan, and thrown me in a toilet, even though I've been a good friend to you when you've needed it." He looked at Agatha. "Both of you."
"I wonder if I could teach you to talk, little buddy," Y/n said, looking down at the white kitten in her bag. The cat just looked back at her with its big round eyes. "Yeah... probably not."

Agatha shook her head. "But... but... you're my cat!"
"Your mother's cat," said Reaper, "which should have been your first clue that I'm a cat of the Woods, not Woods Beyond. As for my place here, gnomes believe that to be ruled by one of their own is to invite greed, self-interest, and corruption. If a gnome ruled Gnomeland, it would be just as broken as your human kingdoms. Since the beginning, then, gnomes have looked outside their kind for a king... a leader who could understand their way of life without abusing his power over it. The answer seemed obvious. Cats and gnomes are the same: at once friends to humans and indifferent to them. And yet cats are also solitary creatures, content with a bowl of milk and a warm bed. A cat king, then, would do what was best for the gnomes, while keeping apart and letting them live their lives."

"This is insane!" Agatha barked, finding her voice. "You lived with me! In my house!"
"That's true," Y/n agreed. "I've seen you around Agatha always since I was five."
"And I was there!" Tedros shouted, stepping next to his advisor. "I spent months with you in that graveyard! This doesn't make any sense—"
"I've been King of Gnomeland for nine years and in those nine years, I came and went from your side as I pleased," Reaper told Agatha. "I was with the gnomes when they needed me, just as I was with you when you needed me, with neither of you aware that I was living two lives. If I were a dog, you might have noticed my absence, since dogs and needy, odious beasts. But cats... we slip in and out of your life like old memories."
A gnome guard bought Reaper a goblet of spice-dusted cream, which he lapped at, before the gnome took it away.
Agatha went quiet, her face changing.
This is real, Tedros realized.
The cat is king.

"My father was ruler of Gnomeland before me. He, my mother, and my three brothers were beautiful, majestic bald cats. I, on the other hand, was born like this," Reaper explained, nodding down at his scrawny, hairless frame. My father was so ashamed and had me exhaled deep into the Woods, a defenseless kitten, where Callis found me and made me her pet." He smiled fondly at Agatha. "Sounds familiar?"
"That's how my mother found me too," Agatha breathed.
"Your mother couldn't help loving those that others couldn't, and those who couldn't help themselves," said Reaper, he glanced up at Y/n. "I'm sure that if she'd not known your mother, she'd have taken you in too, Y/n. But back to the story, even when she escaped from the School for Good and Evil and his in Gavaldon, Callis never kept me penned. I was free to return to the Endless Woods and venture back and forth as I pleased. Then your mother brought you home and I found myself feeling quite protective of you, despite my suspicion for humans. Meanwhile, I kept track of my father and brothers, the king and princes of Gnomeland, who had grown increasingly loyal to King Arthur, even going so far as to act as spies for Camelot. Wary, I returned to Gnomeland and appeared before my father's court. Cats should know not to serve humans, I told him, otherwise we are no better than dogs. I remember the way my father looked at me, perched on this very throne. He called me a traitor. If I ever returned to Gnomeland, he said, I'd be killed on the spot."