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

Chapter 117: Rhian and the Real Thing

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"My mother was a secretive woman," said Rhian, taking off his shirt. "I know very little about her time as your Dean."

With cloud cover cooling the garden and king increasingly limp, they'd returned to the veranda. Maids brought Rhian fresh bandages and creams for his wounds, which he now applied to his bare torso, grimacing and struggling to reach.

Y/n sat next to him
Rhian wrestled awkwardly with a bandage—
"Just calm down," Y/n said, putting a hand on his shoulder. With the wave of her finger, she started to apply creams and put on bandages with the help of magic.
"You're not wearing your ring," he observed, looking at her hand.
"Well, I still am wearing the ring," she said, showing her ringfinger, where she'd put the ring instead. "I'm just wearing it where it's supposed to be."
"I..." he said, blushing. He eyed her tentatively... then laid back. She kneeled by his side and continued to swish her finger around, helping him to sweetly.

How twisted then that she was thinking about how she would murder him.
Her script had not changed. No matter how hard she played to have changed. No matter how she could almost sympathize with the goals of this man. Almost.
She saw a shadow standing in the distance, listening to every word they spoke.
Perfect.
All she needed to do was go against their weak spot.
Thread mistrust between the two dear brothers, so it all could unravel.

"Tell me about her," she said, her magic rubbing cream into a bruise on his shoulder. "Your mother."
"Well, Japeth inherited her magic, unlike me," said Rhian, eyes closed, trying not to wince. "I must be like my father. Who my mother never, ever brought up. We knew not to ask. But I had my suspicions.
"Such as?"
"There was the old card with Camelot's seal I found in my mother's room, inviting her to dine at the castle. 'Looking forward to seeing you,' it said, in the king's own hand. I was obsessed with Camelot like every young Everboy, so imagine my excitement. My own mother knew King Arthur? My own mother once dined with the king? But when I asked her about the card, she punished me for snooping in her things. Then there was the way she hid us in Foxwood, not allowing us to leave the house or go to school, as if she was afraid someone might find us out. Then one day, a woman showed up at our door: a woman I recognized from the Camelot Courier as King Arthur's steward. I couldn't hear her and Mother's conversation, but why would King Arthur's steward come to see our mother? Yet, if I tried to ask questions about the king. Mother would shut me down. And any mention of Queen Guinevere would draw a black glare about 'that uppity shrew'. It was obvious my mother and King Arthur had history. That something happened between them. And both Japeth and I seemed to have Arthur's looks... or at least I did. A little bit of sun and I matched his complexion. Put Japeth in the sun and he looks like burnt ham."

"Wow, isn't that strange," Y/n agreed, slowly nodding along. "A mother who won't tell her sons where they come from. That must have been hard for you. But I'm also surprised, most women would have probably shouted out into the world that they had King Arthur's true heir as a son." Y/n thought back to the way Evelyn's eyes had gleamed in triumph as she walked towards Arthur with that spansel. To her, it seemed like Evelyn had wanted to screw Arthur over by having his true heir.
"I think she tried," said Rhian. "I heard her crying once, cursing my uncle August for siding with 'him'. She must have told Arthur she was pregnant with his child. But Arthur had a queen by then. He had Guinevere. Maybe he threatened my mother to keep her quiet. Maybe my uncle August helped him. That's why she was hiding us."
"But Arthur died when you were pretty young," she said. "You couldn't have been more than what, ten, eleven? That's still ten years where she could have spoken up and said you were the child of Arthur."
"Well, who would have believed her?" said Rhian. "What proof did she have?"
"You're good looks and a letter inviting her to dinner apparently," Y/n mused, making the other chuckle. "But what about Japeth then? Did he suspect that King Arthur was your father?"