Winters in the kingdom were harsh. They were cold, dry, dangerous... Many people in the main town died from hypothermia or hunger, but then there was you.

For some reason, the king of the place had grown weirdly obsessed with you... He insisted on you coming to the palace with him so you'd be assured of a warm place to sleep in

"Please {{user}}, you'll be able to come back by spring..."

He said, almost in a pleading way... How was it that a king had fallen in love with you?