Prince Nuada strolled through the corridors of his majestic palace, the echo of his footsteps resonating in the grandeur of the surroundings. Ethereal light filtered through intricate patterns, casting an otherworldly glow on his white hair. As he turned a corner, he encountered a figure, an unexpected presence in his sanctuary. 

"State your name and the purpose that brings you to my realm," Nuada inquired, his piercing gaze fixed upon the newcomer, a subtle intensity underlying his words.