Elizabeth sat at the massive table, a small smile on her face as she waited for her father to arrive. She was now a small 6 year old, her chubby cheeks smoothing down slightly and her once tiny legs becoming longer. She was also a bit of a prankster.

This was why she was so impatient as she waited for Meliodas to arrive for dinner. It was just a private dinner, so it wasn't too formal.

"Hello, my darlings!" her father cried out as he entered the room, his beautiful wife behind him," How are my precious girls today, hmm?"

"I am well, Father," Margaret said in a soft tone, a small smile on her face," My tutor's are advising me to try some more advanced books. May I look through your library?"

"Of course, Maggie," Bartra laughed, patting the 12 year old on the head, before turning to Veronica," And how are you?"

"Good," Veronica nervously laughed, her hand moving to her sleeve. However, Queen Caroline's eyes noticed the motion and went over to the middle child. Removing her hand, there was a large tear across her sleeve and a small cut.

"What happened?" Caroline gasped, before instructing the maid to bring some wipes and alcohol.

"Well, I was practicing my swordplay with Griamore and I didn't dodge quick enough," Veronica confessed as her mother grabbed a cloth dipped in alcohol and dabbed her arm," Ouch!"

"You need to be more careful," Caroline tutted, examining the now clean wound.

Across the room, the young Griamore was a nervous mess. He, along with Gilthunder, had been invited to the dinner. The memory of his precious Lady Veronica's cry as the sword cut her made him cringe with pain.

"Griamore…" King Bartra said in a rough tone.

"I am so sorry, Your Majesty!" Griamore cried out, falling to his knees," I have failed as a future Holy Knight and I am fully ready to receive my punishment."

Eyes closed, Griamore was shocked to hear a small chuckle. Opening one of his eyes, he looked up to see the King holding out a hand. Griamore took the King's hand and stood up, still in shock.

"Accidents happen, my boy," the King said gently," You must remember to be more careful in the future, understand?"

"Yes," Griamore exclaimed, relieved at the King's merciful behaviour. He glanced over to see Veronica give him a small thumbs up, causing him to go red again. But for very different reasons.

The King then turned to see the youngest princess staring up at him with a massive grin on her face.

"And how is my little Ellie?" The King smiled, bending down to look at Elizabeth in the eyes.

"We had lots of fun, didn't we Ellie?" a voice across the room exclaimed. Meliodas entered the dining room, stretching his arms as he yawned," We were just taking a nap, but I guess Ellie was excited to see everyone."

"Y-yes," King Bartra stuttered, a look of surprise on his face. Meliodas was confused by this as the King was known for his excellent speaking skills. Looking around the room, he noticed that there were some other things out of place.

Veronica was laughing whilst Queen Caroline tried to stop her, but she also had a small grin on her face. The servants were all staring at him with slack jaws. Margaret looked horrified as did Gilthunder. Griamore was covering his mouth and shaking. And most importantly, Princess Elizabeth was standing behind her father, giggling.

Tap. Tap.

Meliodas turned to see a young servant holding out a wet cloth and a hand mirror, visibly shaking.

"What's this for?" Meliodas asked cheerfully. The young girl took a deep breath before pressing the items into his hand.

"Y-You m-might w-want t-t-to w-wash u-up," the girl stumbled, her eyes averted to the ground as she quickly left. Curious, Meliodas held up the mirror and examined his face.

It appeared to be the artwork of a certain princess.

Meliodas had a small mustache, a circle round his eye, a big beard and some scribbles on his forehead. All done in black ink.

Slowly he put down the mirror and looked at the young princess who was still behind her father's large frame.

"Elizabeth," he began, beckoning her to come over.

Elizabeth gulped, before walking over. He sounded mad.

"Yes Meli?"

"You are…" Meliodas began, his tone still cold and his eyes darkened. Everyone in the room felt a sudden coldness run through them. They held their breaths.

"... so cute!"

Everyone sighed with relief as Meliodas cuddles the giggling Elizabeth. Only she could pull a stunt like that with the Dragon Sin of Wrath and get away with it.