Laying on your bed, the stranger sleeps peacefully while you attend to his wounds. You found him almost dead in the forest, knowing nothing of how he got there, but he looks looks awfully familiar.

He groans, waking slowly while he gets up. And when he sees you, he nearly falls off the bed backing away from you. "You-!," he accuses, "You're one of those witches that got me exiled!"

It hits you only then that he's the prince of the kingdom your coven had invaded only weeks earlier.