Elizabeth couldn't help it.

"Will you mawwy me?" a small voice said, tugging Meliodas' white coat.

"Eh?"

Meliodas was confused at this sudden proposal by a small lavender haired girl in a tiny pink frock.

"Well…" Meliodas nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his head. He was often invited for a "magical night" by many women (which he always declined), but this was a little different.

Elizabeth's blood was boiling. Jealousy was something very "unbecoming" of a princess, but at that moment, she couldn't care less as she watched the pair. Meliodas seemed to be smiling at the little girl. Turning around, Elizabeth left the ball quietly, hoping to cool her rage and envy. The little girl was still chanting her proposal at Meliodas. Laughing, Meliodas picked up the little girl, placing her on his hip with ease. Turning around, Elizabeth left the ball quietly, hoping to cool her rage and envy.

"Jericho!" a small boy yelled, rushing over," You can't ask people that."

"I'm so sorry for her behaviour," the young man said to Meliodas.

"It's fine," Meliodas chuckled, patting Jericho's head as he placed her down again which caused the little girl to giggle.

The annual Holy Knight Ball was being held that evening. After speaking with the boy, it turned out that their father was a Holy Knight and the family had been invited to attend as guests. At this point, Jericho was already gone, asking others to "mawwy" her.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Gustaf," Meliodas grinned, shaking the young boy's hand," I hope to see you in the ranks someday."

"Yes, sir," Gustaf smiled, pleased with the compliment, before rushing off after his sister," Jericho! Not again!"

Meliodas couldn't help but snicker at this. It reminded him of when Elizabeth was younger and they used to get "married". Elizabeth would wrap herself in a white sheet, holding a flower plucked from the garden. Meliodas would play along, slipping a cheap ring onto her pudgy finger and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Speaking of Elizabeth…

The youngest Princess was nowhere to be seen. Worried, Meliodas checked the dessert table, the dance floor, even under the tables.

Nothing.

Curious, Meliodas left the ballroom, wandering the halls in hopes of finding her.

Soon, he heard someone sniffling and followed the noise, to find an upset Elizabeth sitting on a bench, staring at a painting.

"Hey Elizabeth!" Meliodas exclaimed, causing the princess to jump in fright.

"Hello, Meliodas," Elizabeth replied sadly, before looking away.

"Great party huh?" Meliodas asked, sitting next to her.

"Yeah," Elizabeth softly replied, her eyes downcast as the played with her dress.

"So what we looking at?" Meliodas chuckled.

It was a painting of Meliodas and a younger Elizabeth. Meliodas was smiling down at the tiny girl on his lap, who was sitting in a rich green dress with a big grin on her face. The painting was nothing special, but it was clear to anyone who even so much as glanced at it that the man in the painting cared for the little girl greatly.

"You were so tiny!" Meliodas laughed, but to his surprise, Elizabeth resumed her quiet sobbing at his comment.

"Hey," Meliodas asked, his tone one of concern as he looked at Elizabeth," What's going on Elizabeth?"

"See, there it is!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her lips in a small pout.

"What is?" Meliodas asked, genuinely confused.

"You used to call me Ellie," Elizabeth sadly replied," Now I'm Elizabeth."

"I thought you'd like to be called by your full name now that you're getting bigger," Meliodas softly exclaimed.

"I hate getting bigger!" Elizabeth whined.

"Why is that?" Meliodas asked.

"You don't ruffle my hair anymore or bend down to speak to me," Elizabeth explained," and I'm getting too big to be picked up, unlike some people."

"So that's what's going on," Meliodas thought to himself silently. She must have been jealous of Jericho.

Suddenly, Elizabeth felt a hand on her head. It began to move back and forth, messing up her styled silver hair.

"Don't worry about getting bigger Ellie," Meliodas said as he bent down next to her. Suddenly Elizabeth gasped as Meliodas picked her up bridal style.

"Also, I'm a Holy Knight and the Dragon Sin of Wrath," Meliodas smirked," So I think I can still pick you up."

He suddenly set her down and sat next to her.

"You'll always be my little Ellie," Meliodas smiled," But you're also my beautiful Elizabeth. The big girl who I can chat with, who I can lead out to dance and who I can bow to as not only a carer but as a Holy Knight and as a friend."

"So don't worry about growing up, okay Elizabeth?" Meliodas said, staring at the now smiling girl," Because I'll love you no matter what."