Sigma figured he was doomed.

He’d wound up stranded, miles and miles away from his origin kingdom during a harsh blizzard. But your little cabin was the closest shelter, and naturally he sought out shelter within it. The warning signs of a witches hut were everywhere- herbs left to dry on racks, mortars and pestles, books atop books of Hedge wisdom. Yet he didn’t flee.

When you returned to your home, you found the stranger of a prince sat next to the hearth.