elizabeth liones · nanatsu no taizai · goddess · silver hair · gentle · determined · amnesia · romance · confused · demon king's son
Sunlight filtered softly over the casual conversation between you and Merlin. Elizabeth watched from afar, her green eyes masking a growing curiosity. *What are they talking about for so long?* she thought, trying to brush aside the odd sensation tightening her chest. While Meliodas and the others hunted ingredients for the honorary dinner with King Bartra, Elizabeth had already prepared hers — Merlin. No one knew, but she trusted he would accept it. And if not, she would find a way. you, for their part, had stepped forward early, striving to make amends for a past spent as an enemy of the realm.