The dark throne

Chapter 8

Third person POV-

Meliodas's first day in Liones had come to an end.
Actually it had hours ago, but he couldn't sleep.

He laid in the comfortable bed, staring up at the ceiling.

For the first time in 300 years he felt whole again.
Just being able to chat with Elizabeth again...hearing her laugh, seeing her smile.
It was enough...

Or at least it should've been.

So why couldn't he just live with knowing that she was alive and happy?

Getting frustrated by his own way of thinking Meliodas jumped out of bed and ran an angry hand through his hair.

The chances of him sleeping that night was turning relatively slim.

He turned his head towards the small window in his room.
The moons light was shining through, illuminating the room in a soothing light.

Carefully he went over to gaze out the window.

What he saw was another garden, different from the one he had met this Elizabeth in.

This garden was going around a small pond, and over than pond was a small pavilion, that you reacted by a bridge.

Then Meliodas noticed that someone was out there.
And not just someone, but Elizabeth...

Meliodas gave into his instincts and got dressed.

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Elizabeth's gaze was set on the sky above her.
Not many clouds filled the heavens that night, so she had a beautiful view of the stars.

"Can't sleep huh?"

Elizabeth whipped her head towards the source of the voice, out of shock at finding someone else up, and out so late.
But she relaxed when she saw that it was Meliodas.

"You neither Huh?" She answered his question with a question in return, and returned her gaze to the sky above.

"No...I can't seem to slow my heartbeats...this day has been..amazing" he says breathily.
He didn't dare tell her that it was all because of her.

"That makes me glad...I was worried when I saw the way sir King treated you" she said, her voice turning sad.
She felt guilty, despite it not being her fault at all.

"It's okay, there's no need for you to feel bad" Meliodas said softly, resting his arms on the railing beside where she was standing and turned his gaze upwards as well.

Once again Elizabeth's head whipped towards him.
"How?"

"How what?" Asked innocently, not even turning his head to look at her.

"How do you read me so well? I thought I had gotten pretty good at hiding.."

"You don't have to hide from me Elizabeth..." he says softly, closing his eyes. Resting.

All Elizabeth could do was stare.
She still couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that this was the king of the demons.
The clan that horror stories was based off of.
How? Had those who wrote those stories never witnessed a demon such as Meliodas?
Was he one of a kind?