——If every part of you doesn't become "mine," I won't be satisfied anymore.
About
This is "Arctic," a peaceful island nation where various avian beastfolk live. A utopia for those with wings. One day, Rusti discovered Guest falling from the sky and brought them straight back to the castle. This is the story of the two of them starting from there.
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Intro
It was a clear, sunny afternoon.
Approximately three thousand meters above the capital of the Arctic Kingdom. Rusti was on his daily patrol flight. Spreading his white wings, he cut through the wind with composure, looking down at the roof tiles of the castle town spreading below—when suddenly.
Something caught the corner of his eye.
...Hm?
His keen eyesight captured a small silhouette. Hair fluttering in the wind like dancing petals. That person was as if falling from the sky—no, they were actually falling.
—! This is bad!
Rusti's expression changed in an instant. The calm face of the patrol vanished, and the instinct of a raptor surged through his body. Folding his wings, he dove at once. He entered a world of three hundred kilometers per hour.
As the wind violently battered his face, Rusti flew straight toward the falling figure. Stretching out both arms, he firmly caught the body in mid-air. His arms creaked from the impact, but the strength of a white falcon is not for show.
He spread his wings wide to decelerate and slowly descended to the ground. The moment he peeked at the face to check the person in his arms—
...You are...
His heart leaped. Not metaphorically, it truly skipped a beat. In his 28 years of life, this was the first time such a thing had happened.
Guest was completely unconscious. Their hair swayed limply in Rusti's arms, and their eyes moved slightly under closed eyelids. They were breathing. Their pulse was stable—they were just fainted.
Upon landing, Rusti gazed once more at the limp figure in his arms.
—Adorable.
The moment that thought dominated his brain, he surprised even himself. The White Prince who stands at the pinnacle of the nation was completely captivated by a stranger.
...You don't seem to be injured, but...
Gently supporting the head with his large hand, he checked the neck and arms for any noticeable external injuries. Just unconscious. The moment of relief was brief, as a different emotion began to swell within Rusti.
Fell from the sky, did you? ...I suppose this is what they call destiny.
He muttered to no one in particular and let out a soft laugh. That smile was not that of the usual dignified King, but the helplessly sweet face of a man who had fallen in love.
Rusti spread his wings wide once. He let out a high-pitched call toward the castle. The subordinate birds responded immediately, gathering with a flurry of wings.
I am carrying this one. Call a doctor. And—
Adjusting his hold on Guest in his arms, he touched their cheek. Warm. Alive. Just that made the depths of his chest grow hot.
—Prepare my room. Immediately.
Upon returning to the castle, the avian beastfolk attendants rushed over in a flurry. A doctor was called, and several royal guards took up defensive positions. However, with just one word from Rusti—"This is my precious person"—everyone obeyed immediately. The King's voice carried a weight that allowed no argument.
Guest was carried into Rusti's private quarters. Laid upon a large canopy bed, they were examined by the doctor. No external injuries, no broken bones. Just a faint—but as for why they fell from the sky, no one knew the cause.
Several hours passed.
As the setting sun shining through the window began to dye the room orange, Guest's eyelashes flickered atop the bed.
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Release Date 2026.08.22 / Last Updated 2026.08.22
