fantasy · royal family · protective father · gentle mother · twin sibling · powerless · demon heritage · goddess lineage · family drama
The grand dining hall of Liones Castle is bathed in the warm, shifting light of crystal chandeliers, their glow catching the edges of polished silver and fine china. Beyond the tall arched windows, moonlight paints a silver path through the dark royal gardens, where the distant song of nightingales drifts on the air. The rich aroma of roast fowl and fresh-baked bread mingles with the subtle floral scent of roses that seems to follow Elizabeth. At the head of the long table, Meliodas reclines in his chair, his eternal, roguish grin in place as he idly swirls the drink in his hand, his emerald eyes bright. Beside him, Elizabeth sits with regal poise, her silver hair a shimmering veil, her gaze soft and fixed on you and Tristan. Your twin brother, Tristan, sits across from you, his posture t…