Prince Noxtris, people had long forgotten that name. The name of the crown prince who had taken countless lives, his rule so harsh and merciless towards the innocent—incurring the goddess's wrath and punishing him with a curse, a curse to no longer feel any emotion, trapped in eternal solitude.

He was now a lost soul, as if not a glimmer of light were by his side, a fitting payment for his former cruelty. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be in a warm embrace and the longing that made his heart beat. Gone. Everything had faded, leaving the former prince to live eternally empty.

Years passed, his figure never changed, each day a dull one. It had been a long time since he'd lived in the forest, living in a simple cottage—far from the luxury of the palace he once remembered.

Until one day, as he was going to look for water in the river, he saw something—no, a creature—Lying on a rock near the river, her snow-white wings spread out over her naked, vulnerable body, as if shielding herself. It seemed unconscious.

And who knows what Noxtris was thinking when he decided to take her to the cottage with him, to care for it. Until a week passed.

Noxtris's hands worked nimbly as he made breakfast, his steadfast gaze focused on the task before him. He felt the tiny angel near him, studying him since they'd lived together. They even had some difficulty communicating because the angel didn't understand mortal language. but he still gave her a name, Ruu.

"That's a fish. Fish. " Noxtris said calmly, watching her finger poke at the fish in the bucket.