A/N: I have terrible news. My computer, my third love of my life, has passed on in this world. It lived a good life helping me browse useless things on the internet and spent many nights doing things that probably has the NSA very interested in my whereabouts. Blessed it be it's soul for it has passed- I will not be spending half my paycheck to fix it. Amen.

BettyBest2: Meliodas is going through a terribly hard time right now, which will only get harder. Maybe he can finally learn how to be calm and patient after 3000 years, it could be possible, but we aren't holding our breaths.

whitangel: Thank you love! That's awesome too! We can't tell you that sorry!

Kamira: No he is not. I'd give him a C for his 'handling the situation' skills, but apparently I'm not allowed to have the characters hold up score cards in the story. Lickitysplit is a cruel mistess somedays. Without her though I'd be lost in this world. She's my light, by guide. She's so wonderful and lovely and… wait what were we talking about?

Vhosek: Thank you, we really appreciate people loving this thing, it's taken over our lives and it's holding our families hostage, so the more love the better. Sharing is caring after all.

Cerulean Grace: You forgot? That's a paddlin. But we are still overcome by your love, our love, and I'm super glad you like Lancelot. I usually literally brainstorm my characters in passionate rants and texts to Lickity, who finally tells me to stop after the fourth hour or so. I find it ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING that there are legends that go hand in hand with the manga. Don't be too hard on Meliodas yet, he has so much more drama to go through. ***cue evil plan**

Chapter Seven: After All This Time


Meliodas was sitting at his writing desk, staring blankly at the pile of letters as he slouched in his chair. With his chin resting on his palm he lazily turned another page of.. something, he wasn't paying attention. He had neglected everything from the day prior, and today was no better. The notes and parcels and scrolls and summons were all piled up to the side- which he does not dare look at all, lest it overwhelm him, because he had always found it next to impossible to get anything done when Elizabeth is angry with him.

Or, he hopes she was simply angry.

He taps a finger against the wood, staring at the words on the page without actually processing it. In the time that he has known her, of all the long years they had been married, he and Elizabeth had only argued a handful of times. He could count them easily, and as his mind trails off at the thought while scribbling his signature on something, he thinks back to their very first argument, right after the battle with Hendrickson.

Elizabeth had wanted to stay with him at the Boar Hat, to fight next to him in the upcoming war, but he had told her no. Did more than tell her no, if he is honest with himself. He had tried to stop her in her tracks, already seeing the ache in her eyes to follow, her need, and Meliodas had hurt her terribly. He had believed it was for her own good, and, in a way, he would always think there could have been a safer route.

But- and there was always a but- he thinks about how many times he had told her to do one thing, and she had done another. How many times has she put herself in harm's way deliberately? Run off in the exact opposite direction someone had ordered her to go? Tried to save someone who, clearly, didn't want or deserve it? Elizabeth always acts according to her heart. It's one of the things he loves most about her.

Meliodas sighs, slouching back into his chair.

It is only mid morning at most, how? It seems like so much more time had passed since yesterday. He knows that when he tries to give her an order, she will push back. She wouldn't be his Elizabeth if she just laid down and did what she was told. Actually, he loves that about her too. This time, though… he is not sure if he is doing the right thing. He isn't sure about any of this, and it's an unusual and unsettling feeling for him.

This isn't something he can fight off. This situation is completely out of his control, and he had never exactly been good at keeping himself in check when Elizabeth was threatened; this time was no different. If someone had hurt her, was holding a knife to her throat, he would know what to do. But someone had stolen her memories, had taken them while he had slept right next to her in bed.

His fingers tap faster but his face stays the same, lazily looking at his desk.

The one thing he is sure about is that he has to make this right.

He thinks over the way he has handled everything: from the time he had realized Elizabeth thought he was dead; his reactions to her in the bedroom; his behavior when Merlin examined her; even the way he had spoken to the physician.

Meliodas rubs his forehead, annoyed with himself. His emotions had been up and down so much, right when he needed to be calm and steady for Elizabeth. Then afterwards, the way he grabbed her at the Boar Hat, and then ordered her around when they got back… no wonder she was hurt, no wonder they fought. His own head is spinning trying to keep up, and his chest constricts as he imagines how confused she must have felt.

The night before had been torturous. He had not seen Elizabeth until he retired for the night, choosing instead to have a few drinks with Ban to keep from running after her… or more like Ban had grabbed him by the back of the collar and dragged him off after Lancelot told on him. That prat. He had felt so frustrated that he was afraid, and afraid that he would just make everything worse if he showed up immediately after her declaration…

When he walked into their bedroom that night Elizabeth had already been in the room, wearing her bedclothes and turning down the covers the way he always liked. Her back was to him as he softly closed the door and removed his royal vest, tugging his shirt off. He had wanted to say something, but the look she had given him. He had cringed, as it had been made clear she had not been interested in talking. Or looking at him. Or being near him. Her silence had hung heavily over the room as they laid in bed together in the uncomfortable quiet.

When he had blown out the lights for the night, finally, she had said his name so quietly he had thought for a moment he had imagined it. Meliodas had turned over to her eagerly, only to find her back facing him. "Elizabeth?"

"Where is my father?" she asked. Like she wasn't asking the most terrifying question she had made so far.

Meliodas had blanched. Each time she had asked a question or was confused by something, it had worried him. It made his hands twitch, and this question was the hardest to answer by far. "Your father…" Meliodas cleared his throat. "King Baltra died several years ago."

Elizabeth had not moved with the news. "Elizabeth…" He was completely at a loss about what to do, but then she had whispered, "Thank you for telling me the truth." He could tell she was upset and she was hiding it, he was the master of poker faces, but as he had started to reach his hand out to her, Elizabeth had turned even further away, practically burrowing into her side of the bed.

Meliodas had barely slept that night, plagued by strange dreams, brought on by the silence and being empty of her routine embrace that he had grown accustomed to in these years, and had been up and gone before Elizabeth awoke. He had decided to distract himself with some business, attending to every meeting and issue in person… but this was proving nearly impossible.

A knock at the door jolts him from his thoughts. "Yes?" he sighs, sitting up and straightening the crown on top his head to look more professional, and Merlin enters. "Diane and King will be arriving today," she says, breezing into the room. "I contacted Escanor as well, and he'll be here soon."

Meliodas snorts. "As if he would ignore a request from you."

Merlin shrugs and helps herself to a seat. She plops down like she owns the place, inspecting a carved pen with a raised brow. "Is the queen any more stable today?"

He bristles at the word 'stable', and what it implies, but instead of arguing he says, "She found out last night her father is dead. I think she's sad today."

Nodding, Merlin answers, "That is understandable. Shall we go down to wait?"

Meliodas agrees, pushing his chair back, not caring as his crown again tilts to the side, and they make their way to the informal dining room. He had been expecting a melancholy Elizabeth, maybe even a weepy one. Even a silent suffering version. But what he had not expected was to hear her laughing as he enters the room. He pulls up short, surprised at the sound, and as he walks inside he spies her sitting at the table with Lancelot and Elaine.

He smiles at her as they all turn at his entrance. Elaine smiles back and gives a nod before giving Lancelot a poke, who scrambles to his feet to give a bow. Meliodas grins and starts over-

But the smile slips off his face at the cool expression on Elizabeth's. It isn't full of anger, or tension, but her eyes look at him blankly; and that is even worse. "Good morning," he says, clearing his throat.

"Your Grace," Elaine responds pleasantly, a cup of tea between her delicate palms. "The queen has just been filling me in on the circumstances." She turns to Elizabeth and pats her hand, smiling brightly. "I told her that any help she needs from me, or from Ban or Lancelot, we are happy to give."

"Thank you," Elizabeth says, giving Meliodas a brief but pointed look. "It's good to have the support of my friends." She picks up her own cup, taking a sip as Elaine nods.

Meliodas mutters under his breath as he takes a seat across from them, and he listens to their conversation as he is served. He tries not to scowl into his breakfast, the perfected salted eggs having done nothing wrong.

"Do you see King very often?" Elizabeth asks, continuing their conversation.

"When we can," Elaine answers. "Ban has his moments. Lancelot spends weeks at a time there, learning about the fairy clan. He is to be the next king," she says with pride. "He's gone so far so quickly!"

Elizabeth turns to Lancelot in surprise. "That's wonderful!"

Lancelot rolls his eyes. "Yeah, the Sacred Tree picked me for some reason. Probably because of my amazing physique." The boy tries to flex a muscle, but his young body betrays him. Elaine laughs softly as he looks away, finding his breakfast more interesting.

"It picked you because you will be a wonderful king," Elaine says emphatically. "But he still does have plenty to learn." Elizabeth cannot help but smile at the loving look Elaine gives her son, her entire face glowing with joy and so much life, and she'd never looked more happy. Lancelot squirms under her smile before excusing himself from the table, making a quick exit as both women giggle.

"It must be hard for him, to look so young and yet be an adult," Elizabeth muses. "I would have never guessed he was already twenty years old, he looks only about half that age. Maybe."

Elaine nods. "Our Fairy magic is very strong within him, including youth." She smiles before continuing, "I have been told I don't look my age either."

"Certainly not!" Elizabeth laughs, before the two of them dissolve into giggles again. Then she leans in and says, "You certainly have given up a lot, by what you've told me."

"Oh? Have I?" Elaine says kindly, finding Elizabeth's eyes with a fond, gentle look as her head tilts to the side. "I've had to give up my fairy powers in order to have a child, that's true. But if I was given the choice again, I'd do it without hesitation. Again and again. I am with my love, Ban, and I have a wonderful son. So I don't feel like I have given up anything up at all." Elizabeth grins as a dreamy look takes over the other woman. "You do what you must for love. Sacrifice is part of that. If love was easy, then everyone would have it."

Meliodas looks up at her words just as Elizabeth's eyes go to him. Their gazes lock for a moment, and he tries to read her expression before she looks away.

"Yes," Elizabeth brings her cup up, speaking lowly over the rim. "I believe so."


The meeting is a surprise, and Elizabeth looks around nervously. Although, she supposes it was partially her fault for not knowing as she hadn't really… allowed Meliodas to tell her much of anything lately. They had gone straight from breakfast to here, and it felt like she hadn't even gotten the chance to say hello to anyone.

Diane had all but stormed the castle, King at her heels. She had thrown open both doors to the room, the large wooden structures slamming hard into the walls, and her eyes focused in on Elizabeth like a hawk on prey.

"Elizabeth!" A loving tackle from a giant was still a tackle from a giant, even if she had shrunk down to a manageable size. The Serpent Sin of Envy had squealed, her own frilly golden and orange dress fluffing up around the Queen as the sound echoed down the hall. She had pulled Elizabeth up from her chair and squeezed her tight, Elizabeth huffing in her tight embrace, and before she could get a word in the giantess was talking a mile a minute, the poor woman only able to catch maybe every third word or so.

"D-Diane," King had laughed nervously, floating above them. "I don't think you should be so rough with her right now. Though It is nice to see you again, Your Majesty-" He was cut off again by Diane as she picked Elizabeth up and twirled her around, both women laughing.

King had just sighed, floating towards the others.

When Elizabeth catches King's back in the corner of her eyes when the room finally stops spinning, and she notices that he is also wearing clothing she's never seen before. His outfit is hardly practical, more sophisticated, with a dark green high collar and tight white knee high socks. The outfit reminds her of what he wore in his larger form, just, less colorful, and with his hands held clasped behind his back she dares to call him stern looking.

There are dozens of large scrolls covering the table, and Merlin is going through them carefully. It appears the sorceress has not stopped looking for more clues since yesterday, and as she sifts through the papers the queen had sent to her, piles stacked high on either side of her, Meliodas sits with his chin resting against a fist, staring off into the distance. Gilthunder nods grimly to Ban.

"I suppose we will begin now." Gilthunder, who is sitting next to Meliodas in his full armor, leans forward, resting his elbows on the table as he threads his hands together. His voice holds the authority of the Grand Master and he nods to Merlin.

The room grows silent as they listen, and Elizabeth takes the opportunity to look around. All of the Seven Deadly Sins are present, even Escanor. She watches in fascination as he sits apart from the rest, his giant form barely contained by the fabric of his clothing, and even with his kindly looking grandfather-like face, he's still quite intimidating. He's aged the most of the Sins, and was standing in the corner, silently watching Merlin with a stare so intense it makes Elizabeth nervous. His moustache was even more impressive than before, a pair of small delicate glasses almost out of place on the tip of his nose.

She observes that the others have not changed much. Their attire is different, certainly, and Ban seems to have developed a more composed demeanor over the years while his hair became far more wild; but physically, though, they have not changed. Even Merlin looks practically the same. A tad bit older if she squinted just the right way, maybe.

The other knights present, however, are a startling confirmation of how much time has passed. Gilthunder, now the Great Holy Knight, has lines that frame his face, which had always had a boyish tone, his brightly colored hair faded slightly. With him sits Howzer, who looks composed and mature and Griamore, both of whom had also grown into middle age. They sit with a sort of confidence born from experience, and Elizabeth remembers how her sister also had looked older, and for a moment she wonders why she doesn't show any of the same signs.

Unlike the rest of her family, she had not aged, like Ban or Meliodas; Elaine as well had remained about the same. She knows they don't age like humans would.

How strange.

"You can't possibly think someone stole memories. If Gowther is unable to do it, then I doubt anyone could!" King barks, his outburst jolting her back into the meeting. "People don't steal things that aren't tangible!"

Elizabeth frowns. Who had said her memories were stolen? She opens her mouth to share what Gowther had discovered, but is interrupted.

"Well why not?" Diane snaps on reflex, defending her friend. Everyone looks over at her in surprise. Her statement had effectively cut King off at the knees, him sputtering in place as she sits up a bit straighter. "I mean, this is Elizabeth we're talking about right? If it was anyone else, sure, I agree. But this is Elizabeth, so if anyone could do it…"

They all look at the queen, and she blushes at the sudden attention. King floats above them all, looking at Elizabeth as if he is trying to physically see the difference.

"So we have no idea why Elizabeth has no recollection of her past then?" Howzer says. "She's lost everything?" He frowns deeply. "I've got to say, I have never heard of such a thing. Losing memories, yes. But having them stolen, right out of your mind?"

"Can someone really steal memories?" Diane looks worriedly between the still silent Meliodas and Gowther, who pushes his glasses up his nose, "You said you could bring back erased or alter memories, right? How's that any different than stealing?"

"Because they are not there." Gowther holds up one finger as Diane stares at him blankly, clearly not getting it. "Memories have to exist in the mind for me to tamper with them. Even erased, there is still remnant left to show the damage done. Whatever has happened to Her Majesty has taken a significant amount of time, decades of memories from her without any evidence that they existed at all. I can create imitations to fill the holes until we find them, but unless we retrieve the original memories Queen Elizabeth will retain her seventeen year old self."

"Damn it!" Griamore slams a fist down, furious. "So is there nothing we can do? There has to be something!"

"Like what? You heard Sir Gowther." Gilthunder leans back into his chair with a grimace. "Anyone could have attacked you, my lady. What we need is a plan. We don't even know where to start looking-"

"All of this is well and good," Meliodas monotones with an annoyed wave of his hand, and there is a beat of stunned silence as they all look over at him. "But if someone stole the queen's memories, then it follows that all of these other cases are victims of the theft as well. I want to know who that is."

Merlin nods. "I agree. It seems as though it's the most logical solution." She snaps her fingers and the scrolls begin assembling themselves in a neat pile on the table. "I suggest we each take one case and go to see for ourselves what they have to say. Re-interview all of the victims. Speak to their physicians, their families their friends, and most certainly their enemies. There must be someone that they all saw, interacted with, and if we can find who that person is then perhaps we can start to find an answer."

The others all nod in agreement. Elizabeth looks around, confused, before finally shoving her chair back politely, and stands. "You haven't asked me what I think."

There is a sudden silence as they stare at her. Meliodas goes to stand, but she silences him with a determined look. "I don't think my memories have been stolen," she says slowly.

"Your Grace…" Merlin begins, but Elizabeth shakes her head. "No, please, just listen. I've been noticing things here and there, things that just aren't right. If this is my life, then it- then it should feel that way, and it just-" She takes a breath, her words suddenly spilling out in a jumble. "I don't think I'm supposed to be here. I don't think I am your Queen. I'm just Princess Elizabeth. I'm seventeen. I was traveling with the Seven Deadly Sins two days ago, and I just know I am. There has to be another reason. There has to be."

She looks at Merlin, whose face is as hard as stone. "Elizabeth-" she starts, and the girl tries to interrupt her, but Merlin says again, much more sternly, "Elizabeth. I understand this is confusing for you. But you must trust me." Merlin purses her lips before continuing, "There's more to this than you understand."

"What do you mean?" Meliodas asks, his voice barely hiding the veiled threat.

Escanor takes a step towards him, but Merlin holds up a hand for calm. "What you are feeling… it's what the others have felt as well. As time goes on, the more they become convinced that they are in the wrong place, in the wrong life."

Meliodas scowls at her, but Elizabeth only nods. "That's exactly what I'm feeling. Doesn't that mean-"

"It's a symptom. Nothing more. There are other symptoms too. The victims see things that shouldn't be there." Elizabeth immediately thinks of the bite marks on her shoulder, and her hand involuntarily goes to her collar. "They start to have episodes where they see the past, are convinced they are there, only to return to the present."

Elizabeth's breath catches as she remembers how she fainted with Gowther. But she hadn't fainted, had she? It felt so vivid, so real. She shakes her head in confusion, almost as if she was trying to shake off Merlin's words, and Merlin finishes, "As these thoughts continue, they start to pick apart the memories they do have, until there is nothing left."

"What do you mean, there's nothing left?" Meliodas shouts, slamming a hand down before he can stop himself.

Merlin sighs, the ever present mask slipping just a bit. "Just what it sounds like. They lose their memories, their identities. They lose their minds." She looks straight at Elizabeth. "It happens faster the more years they lose. Twenty-five years… no one has lost that many."


It is hours later, closer to dinner, when Meliodas is fiddling with the cuff of his shirt that he decides he needs to check on her. A group of servants had just left his study, the king choosing to work through the afternoon.

The look on Elizabeth's face as she learned her possible fate had haunted him all afternoon. She had gone pale, the fire inside her that flared as she had commanded the room all but been snuffed out. She did not want any consolation though, and had simply left, saying she needed to think as she rushed out the room.

But he needs to just see she's alright. Even if it's for a moment, he is afraid that she is upset and crying, and he wants to be there for her. Most of all, he wants her to want him to be there. He decides to check, even if she orders him gone the moment she sees him. There's a click as he puts his crown down to rest on the side of his desk, a rack of unopened sealed parchments still to be read, but of no importance. He had always put them second to his family.

However, he is surprised when he reaches their room and finds it empty.

He checks the balcony, but that's empty too. Meliodas growls; has he lost her again? He had even posted maids in the hallway leading out to keep an eye out! But, before he can go outside the room he hears a noise from the closet. A shuffle. He steps to the door and opens it silently, to the room attached to theirs, the walls lined with clothes. He walks through, spying familiar silver hair behind a rack of dresses.

Peering around, he sees Elizabeth sitting on the floor, next to a huge white wedding gown that is spread out next to her and sprawled across her lap. Her fingers gently trace along the delicate lace and beading on the dress, pausing to smooth an imaginary wrinkle in the skirt. She sighs heavily, lifting up a delicate sleeve, and he breathes his own sigh of relief to see she is not as upset as he had feared.

Though… he does not like the look she has now, either.

"Elizabeth?" he says softly. "Are you alright?"

She does not look up at him, instead moving her hand along the delicate embodiment on the front, and her thumb rubbing along the cuffs. "Was this mine?" she asks softly.

He swallows, answering as he scratched his cheek. "Yes." There's a pause, and he tries to nonchalantly move forward, standing closer, and then he must ask, "I don't suppose this feels familiar?"

Elizabeth shakes her head. "No. It's beautiful, though. Just- just what I would have-I mean, I suppose it was what I wanted." She chuckles humorlessly. "Was it a nice wedding?"

Meliodas moves down next to her, sitting the opposite way so he can face her. "It was beautiful," he says with a smile. "It was here, off in the flower garden. Margaret planned most of it, of course, but it was much simpler than her lavish one. You somehow managed to keep her in check." He draws one knee up and rests his arm across it, thinking back to that wonderful day. A lopsided grin forms as he stares off. "We had all of our friends here, and after the ceremony there was a party with food and drinking and dancing. We went until the sun came up. Ban and I must have drank the entire Liones distillery!" He laughs, remembering the antics of the others as the night wore on, as they celebrated not only their marriage, but the prosperity of Lioness. Of their lives and of their adventures, together.

Elizabeth smiles softly, playing with a button on the dress. "It sounds like it was wonderful," she murmurs, and he chuckles.

"You looked beautiful," he says wistfully. "Your hair was up, you had this… and your dress… I never saw anything so wonderful as you." He gives her a lopsided grin as he keeps trailing off, laughing in embarrassment, and a small red tint appears on his cheeks. "But you were so happy to take off this dress at the end of the night!"

Elizabeth looks up at him sharply, blushing and Meliodas gives another laugh. "I didn't mean it like that-well, actually, that too." He gives her a roughish look as she squeaks, holding the gown to her chest as he wiggles his brows.

She gives her own breathless laugh, biting her lower lip as her eyes drop shyly, and the blush creeps further along her face and down her neck. "It sounds as though we were happy." Elizabeth slides her fingers across the back of her left hand, the red of her cheeks almost glowing as she remembers how Meliodas had kissed the back of her hand so gently there, just the other day, in the courtyard.

"We still are, you know."

She peers up at him out of the corner of her eye, her lower lip slipping out of her teeth. A slow smile takes over her face as he grins so brightly at her. Like he doesn't have a bother in this world.

And maybe he didn't, as long as she did not as well.

He reaches out in a heartbeat, grabbing her hands into his own, and pulls her up against him. Elizabeth gives no resistance, already overwhelmed by the blatant display of affection he is showing her. He situates her partway across his lap, her legs tucked under his own and his arms go around her waist, cradling her tightly against him. Elizabeth looks up at him through her eyelashes, her hands pressed lightly on his shoulders, and her heart is beating rapidly in her throat. She shudders as he rests the side of his face against her forehead, and Meliodas is glad to finally be able to hold her, to comfort her in some way.

"I'm so sorry," he says fiercely, and Elizabeth nods, sagging against him as the rest of her tension simply fades from her frame. Meliodas turns his head and kisses her forehead before dipping his mouth down towards her ear. Her entire face is a bright red hue. "We are going to figure this out," he whispers insistently. "We will get through this."

Elizabeth can only nod again, rather unable to speak as her fingers tremble against his shirt. Pressing her forehead against his cheek, she takes a shaky breath. He skims his lips along the slope of her neck, brushing a kiss where it meets her shoulder, and a full body shiver makes her gasp softly, her hands tightening in his shirt. He moves his mouth slowly, cautiously back up the side of her neck until he reaches her jaw.

She sucks in a little breath as he stills, her heart pounding so hard it shakes her chest and rattles his own, and then she tilts her head back, meeting his eyes with hers. And when her hand moves from his shoulder to tentatively cup his cheek…

Meliodas dives towards her, crushing his mouth to hers as he presses her firmly against him. Elizabeth gives a small gasp, almost a whimper between his lips and his teeth as he moves, sucking before slanting over them, deepening the kiss with a groan. Meliodas squeezes her waist tightly, breathing a sigh of relief through his nose as he pours his love, his concern, his anxiety since her sudden change into this kiss that brings his wife panting heavily against him. Her hand moves from his cheek, sliding shakingly back to grab a firm hold of his hair, her nails dragging against his scalp before clinging, and as he dips his tongue along her mouth he moves one hand down around her hip, curling his fingers around her slim body to rest closer to her inner thigh. It's then that he feels her seize up against him.

For a moment, he stills.

Then curses himself.

He pulls his mouth from hers reluctantly, gently moving his hand back around to the small of her back so not to startle her, and he looks down at her. Worriedly he watches as Elizabeth gazes up at him, half in a daze, trying to catch her breath. "I'm-I'm sorry, Elizabeth." he whispers, realizing that even though this may have been the thousandth time he has kissed her, to Elizabeth, this was…. He thinks briefly back and grimaces. Was this the first time for her?

"Hmmm?" Her eyes are glazed over, her lips still parted, and he doubts she'd even heard him as she huffs breath after breath. She hasn't let go of her stranglehold grasp of his shirt, but her fingers in his hair slowly slide free to rest on the nape of his neck, limply. Well, it looks like he still has it. He chuckles as he holds her closer, pressing his cheek against her burning one.

"Where is everyone?" They are suddenly interrupted by a voice, and both turn towards the sound.

Elizabeth shrieks in surprise, tripping as she tries to stand; and as she tumbles back, knocking into a rack of clothing that tumbles down around them, Meliodas springs forward to catch her before she hits the ground. "Elizabeth! Are you alright?"

"There's-there's-" Her eyes go over his shoulder, a large luxurious red dress falling onto of them as another thumps to the floor, and she's staring wide-eyed at the man standing in the doorway to the closet. "There's two of you," she whispers. It is Meliodas, a second Meliodas, nearly identical in every way, except his hair is a different shade of blonde, so light it's nearly silver.