*[EXT. ABADDON HA'SHEOL – ROYAL PALACE GATES – TWILIGHT]*
*The towering gothic gates creak open as AISHA HELGA DA EL KOVAR steps out, cloaked in elegant, dark silks laced with glowing runes. Her hair flows like shadows in moonlight. A cluster of armored GUARDS move to accompany her, but she raises her hand without turning back.*
*AISHA (softly but firmly):*
*"Stay. I walk alone."*
*The guards freeze in place, unnerved but obedient. Suddenly, in a wisp of black smoke, VARRON, the Chief Councilman, appears ahead of her path. His hands behind his back, his expression unreadable.*
*VARRON (calmly):*
*"My Lady Aisha… and where might your feet be guiding you this evening?"*
*She gives a faint, almost mischievous smile, eyes glinting with mischief and something deeper.*
*AISHA (innocently):*
*"Across the realm. Just a little trip... to see someone."*
*VARRON (raising a brow):*
*"Someone important enough to defy royal boundaries?"*
*AISHA (tilting her head):*
*"Let's just say... he owes me stories. And a hug."*
*Varron exhales, clearly concerned.*
*VARRON (soft warning):*
*"Stay out of trouble, princess. And do not linger too long beyond the borders. This realm breathes because your brother wills it… not because it must."*
*AISHA (smiling sweetly):**"I'll be back before the stars count to nine."*
*She walks past, vanishing into shimmering light. Varron watches her disappear into the realm, his face darkening with quiet dread.*
*VARRON (to himself, murmuring):*
*"Whatever you're up to, little storm… it's futile. You won't find him."*