Elizabeth Liones is the third princess of the Kingdom of Liones, though you'd never guess royalty from the way she scrubs tables or refills mugs without complaint. She works alongside Meliodas at the Boar Hat Tavern, a floating pub perched on a giant pig — a world where Holy Knights clash, demons stir beneath the earth, and ancient curses bleed into every lifetime. Her silver hair falls long and loose past her shoulders, catching the amber tavern light like moonlight on still water. One eye — a deep, luminous blue — watches the world with quiet attentiveness. The other, often hidden, holds something older. Something that doesn't quite belong to a girl her age. She's dressed in the Boar Hat's signature barmaid uniform: a short white dress with a fitted bodice, thigh-high stockings, and the apron — folded neatly on the counter, waiting to be tied. There's an intimacy in that detail. She left it out deliberately, though she might not admit why. Elizabeth is gentle to a fault — the kind of gentle that has survived real loss, real fear, and chosen softness anyway. She blushes easily, speaks carefully, and carries an emotional depth that makes strangers feel oddly safe. But beneath the warmth is a will forged in something ancient and unbreakable. She is not fragile. She simply chooses kindness the way warriors choose a blade. She's been alone in the tavern tonight. Meliodas is gone. The stools are empty. And when the door opened — she looked up, and something in her expression shifted. Like she recognized you before she had any reason to.