Note. This is a one-shot separate from to tame a beast. I'm just posting it here because it's a hassle to make another cover haha
Pairings: Dion x Noblewoman!Reader / Professor!Dion x Student!Reader
AU: Historical | Reincarnation | Modern | College
Genre: Fluff
Words: 5380
Rated: PG-13
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There weren't that many things Dion Agriche wouldn't do if his father so wills it. Perhaps it was the Agriche blood coursing through his veins that made him so apathetic to human emotions.
[Name] wants to laugh.
She also wants to cry, scream and throw the closest thing she has which is her fan at the Agriche's ever emotionless expression. Just like a blank canvas painted with invisible ink, Dion never shows his feelings. Never spoke his mind.
Well, not around her at least.
It was as if she was just a pretty little doll for him to play with –no, he doesn't even pay her any mind. He just sat there, sipping on the cherry blossom tea that the maid poured into his cup and gave one worded answers to the questions she asked after her endless chatter came to, well, an end.
After that, he put up with her a little bit longer when she insisted she'd wanted to escort him out of the garden and to the front of the mansion where his carriage awaited.
"Until we meet again, my lady," he would bow but she would hold out her hand for him to place a ghost of a kiss on like lovers would.
It was always her who was asking for too much.
Always her who was a slave for his affection.
But instead of doing all of those things she dreamed of doing when she meets him again –and meet him, she does– [Name] ends up running past the grandeur doors of the ballroom, down the red carpet splayed hallway and into the gardens where red roses glimmer with dew drops underneath the moon rays.
What a heartbreakingly beautiful set up for a damsel with a broken heart.
"My lady," it hasn't even been five minutes when she hears that stone cold voice of his.
"Why couldn't you just pretend you didn't see me running like a scared, defenseless mouse after we met. After all, you've always been good at that –pretending like I don't exist." She wanted to laugh and laugh, she did. It sounds withered, unlike the full blooms of floral that surrounds them.
"As your fiance, I have a duty to–"
"Duty." She spits out the word like it's poison, "was visiting me every fortnight for tea a duty of yours too?"
The corners of her eyes are red from roughly rubbing the traces of tears that threatens to fall on her cheeks and ruin her makeup.
She takes a deep breath before turning to him, pushing down a silent sniffle.
"As you may have heard from your father, Duke Agriche, you're relieved from that cumbersome duty," she holds her chin high.
As she should.
Dion Agriche stares at her a moment longer than he usually would. Is it the hair? Her hair's grown since he last saw her.
Or perhaps the bodice that wraps around her and enhances her curves and bosoms.
'Perhaps', [Name] somberly admits, 'he simply forgot how I looked after four years.'
"As you should have heard from the Marquis," Dion presses, "I refuse to break the engagement."
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to tame a beast
Fantasía♔ 𝓓𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔁 𝓞𝓒'𝓼 ♔ Arabella is the daughter of the Gastor household. A lady of noble birth and grandeur through and through. All her life, sitting still and being pretty is the epitome of what she is. Yet it's become quite feat to continue l...
