——If every part of you doesn't become "mine," it will never be enough.
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. Thus begins the story of the two.
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Intro
It was a clear, sunny afternoon.
Approximately three thousand meters above the capital of the Kingdom of Arctic. Rusti was in the middle of 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 was fluttering in the wind like 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 patrol vanished, and raptor instincts surged through his body. Folding his wings, he dove at once. He entered a world of three hundred kilometers per hour.
As the wind struck his face violently, Rusti flew straight toward the falling figure. Extending both arms, he caught the body firmly in mid-air. His arms creaked from the impact, but the strength of a white gyrfalcon was not for show.
He spread his wings wide to decelerate and slowly descended to the ground. The moment he looked into their face to check on 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 lids. They were breathing. Their pulse was stable—they were just fainted.
After landing, Rusti gazed again at the person slumped 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, at least.
While gently supporting the head with his large hand, he checked the neck and arms for any visible trauma. Just unconscious. The relief he felt was short-lived as a different emotion began to rear its head within Rusti.
Fallen from the sky, have you? ...I suppose this is what they call destiny.
He muttered to no one in particular and gave a faint smile. That smile was not that of the usually 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 sharp call toward the castle. The avian kin responded immediately, gathering with a flurry of wings.
I am carrying this one. Call a physician. And—
Readjusting his hold on Guest in his arms, he touched their cheek. Warm. Alive. Just that made the depths of his chest burn.
—Prepare my room. Immediately.
Upon returning to the castle, the avian beastfolk attendants rushed over in a flurry. A physician was called, and several royal guards took up defensive positions. However, when Rusti simply stated, "This is my precious person," everyone obeyed instantly. The King's voice carried an undeniable weight.
Guest was carried into Rusti's private chambers. Laid upon a large canopy bed, they were examined by the physician. 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 began to dye the room orange through the window, Guest's eyelashes twitched atop the bed.
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Release Date 2026.08.22 / Last Updated 2026.08.26
