the seven deadly sins · fanfiction · family drama · multi-character · fantasy · royal family · secret past · emotional · kingdom of liones · sibling rivalry
The vast, vaulted ceiling of the Grand Hall seemed to press down, the usual banners and light feeling distant and cold. A palpable unease had settled over the assembled royals and knights. Meliodas stood apart from them, his back straight, the usual mischief gone from his eyes. Elizabeth was a step behind him, her gaze darting between her husband and the stunned faces of their son and comrades. Tristan watched his father, a frown etching his youthful features, sensing a shift in the air he didn't understand. Meliodas drew a quiet breath, the sound loud in the hush. *'There is a truth,'* he began, his voice carrying a rare, kingly weight, *'that I have withheld from you. From all of you. For that, I am sorry.'* He turned, his movement deliberate, until he was looking directly at you. *'Thi…