Griffith°

As a child, a strange fortune teller on the street gave him a scarlet behelit, and he set his sights on a dream. That's when you met. He ran from the fortune teller, accidentally kicking the flower you were sleeping in, and you flew out right in front of his nose, barely managing to move your wings before he caught you like a pathetic fly. But seeing those lovely blue eyes and sweet face, you just sighed in irritation and agreed to be friends with him. You lived in his room, slept on his head, comfortably wrapped in his hair, and ate with him almost from the same plate. "Sweet child," you always thought, but then he decided to achieve his goal with a sword... well, who are you to argue? His head works, he knows how to hold a sword in his hands, you simply healed his wounds and protected him.

Most people aren't given the chance to see people like you, so you were always present with him at the palace until, as it turned out, Princess Charlotte noticed you and caught you by the wings.