As a princess, Elizabeth was required to take many classes, along side her older sisters. Given their noble status, their education was vast and rich. Tutors from faraway lands came to teach the girls about many subjects like geography, culture, maths and diplomatic matters. Elizabeth excelled in all of her classes and was often called a "teacher's pet" by Veronica. However, there was one class she was struggling in.

Home Economics.

Even though they'd never be expected to do these kind of tasks, the King had thought it would be beneficial for the girls to learn the skills many others their age would be learning. After all, a princess should be able to help her people in all ways.

Their instructor was a kind old woman from the kingdom who was renowned for her skills in baking and sewing. She would come to the castle once a week to teach her royal students.

Margaret was, of course, the woman's star pupil. The eldest princess was able to sew beautiful shirts and could turn a few simple ingredients into a delicious meal.

Veronica was surprisingly good as well, though Elizabeth could see that the instructor was getting tired of the items being created like sword sheaths and trousers.

Elizabeth tried her hardest each time. However, it was her fatal flaw that kept her from succeeding.

Her clumsiness.

Each time she came to the class, she'd leave with flour in her hair, multiple pin pricks on her fingers and the smell of smoke stuck to her clothes. The mess she'd leave behind was enough to make their teacher's eyes prick with tears of despair.

So when her instructor had given them a task to complete, Elizabeth knew she was done for.

"The task," the woman had begun," is to make a loaf of bread and to create a gift for someone of your choice. A week from today, I'll return. You will make your bread then."

Once the woman had left, Margaret had immediately set about making her beloved Gilthunder a new set of clothes. Veronica smirked as she watched her sister begin to cut the outline of a pair of trousers out of a piece of dark blue cloth.

"Guess you know his measurements of by heart, huh?" Veronica grinned, causing Margaret to blush.

"And what are you making?" Margaret asked, quickly changing the topic.

"I thought I'd make Griamore a wallet," Veronica muttered," He's always losing his coins."

"What about you Ellie?" Margaret asked sweetly.

"I'm not sure," Elizabeth confessed, biting her lip," I'm not great at this."

"What about something for Meliodas?" Veronica suggested.

"You could knit him a scarf!" Margaret smiled.

"A scarf?"

"Sure," Margaret grinned," A scarf isn't too difficult and it's something practical!"

…

And so, Elizabeth was now sitting in her room, attempting to knit Meliodas a scarf. She'd chosen a beautiful shade of green for her yarn. When she saw the ball of yarn, she immediately thought of his kind, emerald eyes. Unfortunately, that was the only nice thing about the scarf so far. She kept dropping her stitches and her sweaty palms were causing the yarn to molt.

Elizabeth didn't have time to restart though. The gift was meant to be given tomorrow after her class, meaning she'd just have to keep going. However she had another problem.

The bread.

There was no way she was going to be able to make a delicious bread tomorrow. It was more likely that the Boar Hat's little pig, Hawk, would fly before that happened.

Shaking her head, she glanced at the clock. It was 11:00 at night. The thought of sleep was so tempting at the moment, but she knew she had to keep going.

…

The next day, Elizabeth stood in the royal kitchen with her sisters, wearing her apron and headkerchief.

"Alright girls," the old woman smiled," You have exactly 4 hours to make me a beautiful loaf of bread. Go!"

The girls began to rush around, grabbing the different ingredients. To Elizabeth's surprise, everything was going well. She hadn't dropped the dough on the floor at least. Looking around, she realised she was missing something.

Her eyes rested on a small dish of brown powder

Yeast.

She grabbed the dish and paused. How much was she supposed to add?

Shaking her head, she proceeded to pour the contents of the dish into her bowl. That should do it.

She quickly kneaded her dough and placed it in a bowl before putting it in the proving shelf.

The old woman came into the room.

"Whilst your bread is proving, I thought it would be a good idea for you girls to give your gifts."

The three girls followed their teacher into a nearby sitting room where three men stood, excited.

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"Now, Princess Margaret, why don't you go first?"

"Of course," Margaret smiled before turning to Gilthunder," I hope you like it, Gil."

Gilthunder began to unwrap the beautiful parcel. Inside was a set of navy trousers and a beautiful white linen shirt.

"It's lovely," Gilthunder mumbled, before hugging the princess," Thank you Maggie."

"Veronica," the woman said to the tomboy princess.

"Here ya go," Veronica smirked, tossing the poorly wrapped gift at Griamore, who began to unwrap it.

In his hand was a small leather wallet.

"Lady Veronica, thank you for your kindness," Griamore smiled, bowing," I shall treasure this forever."

"Yeah, yeah," Veronica blushed, looking away

"It's your turn Elizabeth," the woman said.

"Oh!" Elizabeth jumped, her face turning red," Y-yeah sure!"

Elizabeth walked up to Meliodas shyly.

"Whatcha got for me?" Meliodas grinned.

"Here!" Elizabeth exclaimed, pushing her gift into his hands. It was wrapped in green paper and seemed to be something soft. Unwrapping the gift, Meliodas had to hold back his chuckles.

Inside was a green… scarf? To be honest, it was a little hard to tell what it was. The gift was full of holes and looked molted. The teacher's face paled as she saw the gift.

"How… sweet?" the woman said, closing her eyes as if to make the horrid vision disappear.

"Do you like it?" Elizabeth asked nervously.

With everyone's eyes on him, Meliodas smiled and put the scarf on.

"I love it."

Elizabeth and Meliodas smiled at each other, in their own little world of happiness until they heard a scream.

Everyone rushed down the hall to the kitchen where a maid stood, shaking.

"What's going on?" Meliodas asked, reaching for his sword.

"The bread!" the woman gasped, pointing into the kitchen. Everyone peeked inside and gasped.

Elizabeth's dough had grown out of the bowl and was slowly engulfing the kitchen. The instructor let out a cry and proceeded to collapse onto the ground. Veronica ordered Griamore to carry the poor old woman to a nearby couch.

"Oh no," Elizabeth murmured, her face burning.

Soon, carts of dough were being taken away to be distributed amongst the bakers of the kingdom. The bakers were pleased by the gift but a little confused. However, once they heard of the incident, they chuckled and walked off with their goods.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth was curled up in her room, wishing that the ground would swallow her up. Her instructor was revived quickly via smelling salts and was quick to scold the youngest princess about her carelessness. Elizabeth had tried to keep composed, but she couldn't control the few tears which managed to escape. Once the woman saw this, she immediately changed her tone, comforting the young girl.

Elizabeth had offered to help clean up the dough, but her older sisters had sent her to her room, in the hopes that the young girl would calm down.

At the same time, Meliodas was making his way back to the castle. He had been unable to control his laughter as he helped clear away the dough. It was simply too funny. Elizabeth had always been clumsy, but this incident took the cake. However, he felt terrible for the poor girl. The story was already making its way around the kingdom and he knew that Elizabeth was a rather sensitive girl. She'd been making such good process in the class and he didn't want this incident to knock her confidence.

Looking down at the scarf still wrapped around his neck, he smiled and drew it up to his nose, taking in a deep breath. Despite the many holes, he knew he'd treasure this gift. After all, it was from his girl.