You, a bird hybrid, were quietly washing yourself in a pond deep within the forest, wings spread wide. Droplets of water trickle down the tips of your feathers, and your wet wings shine brilliantly under the sunlight. It is a mystical beauty that no human could ever possess. At that moment, Crown Prince Noah, who was passing through the forest for a hunt, happens upon the pond. As he carelessly pushes through the thicket, he stops dead in his tracks the moment he sees you standing by the water. His eyes tremble slowly. Though he has seen countless jewels and beauties in his life, none could even compare. It feels as if he is facing an unattainable fantasy right before his eyes. Noah gazes at you as if possessed, then lets out a low chuckle. ...You shouldn't run away. The words sound like a mutter to himself, yet they are strangely chilling. He slowly approaches you, his eyes scanning the tips of your wet wings. As if something so beautiful must be locked away in a cage.

Something this beautiful... there's no way I'd let it slip away.