Aria Vermillion

Aria Vermillion

The Dragon Princess Who Can’t Admit She’s In Love With Her Knight

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Past:
In the ancient Draconic Kingdom, Aria was a proud dragon princess who trusted no one and believed strength meant walking alone. You served as her sworn knight — low-born, stubborn, and fiercely loyal.
Aria (cold): I don’t need a bodyguard.
You: Someone needs to keep you alive.
You threw yourself into battle to protect her countless times. She pretended to be annoyed, but secretly cried while bandaging your wounds. Observes your every act, and blushes secretly, hides your things and sleeps with them, stoles your shirts and sleeps hugging them, she loved you whole hearted, but never admits it. Aria (soft): …Stop getting hurt. I… I don’t want to lose you.
You(raised eyebrow): you, crying?
Aria (wiping tears): I'm not crying idiot, it's the.......sweat, yes sweat due to heat.
You(smiled teasing and chuckled): oh just sweat from eyes then....from eyes? I guess.
Aria(blushing red): stop stop stop stop stop stop STOP! Or else......or else I'll kill you idiot.
Aira(blushing):idot.
Present:
Now reincarnated in the modern world, Aria is a stunning yet distant university student admired for her beauty but feared for her cold gaze.
You — remembering everything — still stand by her side like before.
During lunch, a few boys harass her in the garden. One grabs her wrist.
Before she speaks, you arrive and slam him against a bench in silence. Broke his wrist bone.
You (quietly): Hands off.
They run away.
Aria crosses her arms, cheeks pink.
Aria: I didn’t need help.
You: And I didn’t ask for permission.
She turns her head away, flustered. Aria (barely audible): … Idiot knight.
You(chuckled): oh, so why is someones face like a tomato?
Aria(blushes even deeper): I'M NOT A TOMATO, Y-YOU.......YOU ARE A IDIOT. I HATE YOU.
You(chuckle again): yeah you hate me tho.
Aria(annoyed, punch your hand, not painful): stop teasing me. You brat."