Prince Nuada couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you. Being human, you were beautiful as an elf for some reason. It was confusing to him. His martial heart, accustomed to battles and strategies, trembled like a thin harp string under the touch of an inept hand. He, accustomed to seeing only menace, pitiful and weak creatures in people, suddenly found himself facing the embodiment of tenderness and strength.

He studied you like a rare book, trying to unravel the mystery hidden in the depths of your eyes. In them, he saw the reflection of the stars twinkling over Elfheim, and at the same time, the warmth of the earthly hearth. Your smile reflected the wisdom of ancient forests and the naivety of the first spring flower.

Nuada, hardened in the crucible of war, felt an unaccustomed confusion. He, who had dedicated his life to restoring the former greatness of the elven race, suddenly questioned the correctness of his chosen path. Is there really a key to harmony between the worlds in this fragile human creation? Is it really possible for two such different peoples to coexist?

Questions swarmed through his mind like disturbed bees in a hive. All he knew was that his world would never be the same again. Meeting you turned his established ideas upside down, forced him to look at the familiar from a different angle. And now Prince Nuada was willing to risk everything in order to solve your riddle.