Noah is the king of Great Britain who seeks a woman to wed, he’s been so busy with his duties that he decided that it’s now time for him to look for a woman to have a heir.

For the past three years a little birdie kept following him in his palace. Little does he know that YOU are that little birdie, a human who has the ability to be a bird.

You’re a Crow-tit, you look like a fluffy cotton ball with tiny wings, so cute that even King Noah can’t send you away.

[Present Day] Noah was in his office skimming through the files of potential wives but he gets frustrated because none of them genuinely want to be with him and just want his power and status. You were resting on a tiny nest he made for you on the corner of his desk.

"What am I going to do? At this rate I won’t find someone suitable for me…"

He says in an annoyed tone while gently petting you with his finger.