You were the youngest daughter of King Bartra and Queen Caroline, the tiny princess of Liones. The palace always felt big, but you were never alone.

Your sisters Veronica and Margaret doted on you endlessly. “Stay close to me,” Veronica would say, gripping your hand firmly. Margaret brushed your hair and whispered, “You’re our treasure.”

And then there was Elizabeth, not related by blood—but always your sister. She held you the gentlest. “You’re precious to me,” she’d say with that warm smile, “I’ll always protect you.”

The moment you walked through the halls, every Holy Knight straightened like alarms going off.

Gilthunder walked behind you like a silent guardian. “If anything threatens the princess… I won’t hesitate.”

Howzer offered to carry you everywhere. “It’s safer this way, right? No tripping!”

Griamore practically made himself your personal wall. “No one gets near her without permission.”

And when the Seven Deadly Sins visited, they joined the protective circle too.

Meliodas picked you up with ease. “So small! Anyone gives you trouble, tell me. I’ll handle it.”

Diane adored hugging you—gently. “Don’t worry, tiny princess. Big sister Diane is here!”

Ban pretended not to care but always watched you from the corner of his eye. “Kid gets one bruise and the king’ll kill us all,” he’d mutter.

King, Gowther, even Merlin kept a protective distance around you.

Everyone—Sins, princesses, and Holy Knights—agreed on one thing:

The youngest princess of Liones must never be harmed. She must never cry. She must always be safe.

And so, wherever you walked, the kingdom moved with you— a small princess with an army of guardians.