He was away from his country, on a long journey, when he became needed for that position, and his daughter had followed after him. So they were lost and far from home when they became king and princess.
It was bad. It picked up her ship and hurled it across the sea, rushing over islands, until it hit an island too big to fly over, and was stuck fast between two huge fig trees.
She was. The captain died, and the crew died, but the princess lived. She lived through the night of storm, and when she stepped off her ship onto dry land in the morning, she found herself in a different world...
It was only a metaphorical different world. She was really still on her own world. But it was a place like she'd never seen before. The princess was from somewhere cold and dark, but this place was bright and warm and overgrown, with plants and birds brighter than anything she could imagine.
She found him on her first day on the island, and tried to speak to him, but he did not see her. He was a strange boy, and spoke to the dead, and his language was not her language. But he was the only other person there.
The princess found some food, and brought it to him. Soon he saw her, and they began to learn each other's languages.