Scene: Alia - A Reflection Beyond Time
INT. KOREAN ROYAL PALACE – ALIA'S ARRIVAL – 1500 AD
The scene has shifted back almost 1700 years; the year is 1500. The setting is Ancient Korea. A fierce wind howls outside, announcing the arrival of a princess who looks exactly like ALIA, but belongs to a different time.
The woman standing here is perhaps named ALEXA (Alia's ancestor), but her face and body language are identical to the present-day Alia. She has traveled from distant Russia, a symbol of her royal heritage.
Alexa arrives at the main gate of the palace on a white horse. She wears a gorgeous, heavily embroidered dress, suggesting Russian or Byzantine royal attire.
Her hair is long, very long, and streams in the wind. The color is a Honey-Brown mix, reflecting the sun and snow of her homeland. Her eyes, also Honey-colored, bring a special radiance to her gaze.
She has come with her father—an influential Russian King or Grand Duke—to meet the Korean King for a critical political treaty or alliance.
Alexa swiftly dismounts the horse. Her father and his retinue follow her.
INT. KOREAN THRONE ROOM – THE FIRST SIGHT
Alia's ancestor enters the throne room. The hall is decorated in Korean tradition, with a predominance of gold and red. The eyes of all the courtiers and ministers are fixed on this foreign princess.
The KOREAN KING (KING) is seated on the throne. He is relatively older and of a quiet nature.
As Alexa walks, her royal dignity and the same cold resolve as Alia are visible in her eyes. As she nears the King and bows for the formal greeting, the King looks directly at her.
At first sight, the King seems to drift to another world. He likely sees in Alia/Alexa a reflection of a lost love or a dream he had forgotten.
When Alexa raises her head and looks at the King, their eyes meet.
Suddenly, the Korean King seems to lose all the strength in his body. His eyes become fixed, and his hand slips from the armrest of the throne.
SOUND: A heavy "THUD."
The Korean King falls, Fainted, onto the floor from his throne!
An extreme silence descends upon the entire court hall. Alexa stares fixedly at the King, with no surprise or panic in her eyes, as if such an event is normal in her life. Her Russian father quickly panics, but Alexa coolly surveys the situation.
(This scene confirms the deep roots of Alia's power across time, where her ancestor's beauty, fate, and power can momentarily overwhelm any empire or king.)
Scene: Recovery and the Silent Mystery
INT. KOREAN COURT HALL – THE KING AWAKENS – 1500 AD
After the Korean King (KING) falls to the floor, an extreme silence reigns for about a minute. ALEXA (Alia's ancestor) stands still. Her honey-colored eyes are fixed on the King—no worry, just a calm wait.
Alexa Russian father (GRAND DUKE) and his Korean ministers quickly rush to help the King.
Within moments, the King's consciousness slowly returns to his eyes. He first looks around in confusion, as if waking from a deep dream.
The Ministers lift him and help him back to the throne.
MINISTER
(In an anxious voice)
"Your Majesty, are you alright? What happened so suddenly?"
The King slowly takes his seat. He breathes deeply. His vision is still blurry, but he knows who he is looking for.
The King slowly turns his gaze towards the center of the court hall, where Alexa is standing.
Alexa/Lilya does not bow this time. She meets the King's gaze. Her long, honey-brown mixed hair remains calmly still over her shoulders.
KOREAN KING (KING)
(Slowly, in a weak voice)
"I... I am fine. Do not fear."
(He points directly at Alexa)
"You... who are you? What is your name?"
In the King's voice, it was not a question, but a kind of recognition. As if he was seeing someone he had been searching for for a thousand years.
Alexa/Lilya, without hesitation, her voice as cold and firm as Alia's:
ALEXA (ALEXA)
(In a Russian accent, speaking Korean)
"My name is Alexa. I am the daughter of the Grand Duke of Moscow. We have come for an alliance, Your Majesty."
The King closes his eyes again. His weakness is evident on his face. He feels helpless before this woman's power, beauty, and strange similarity. He understands that this alliance is not merely political.
KOREAN KING (KING)
(Whispering to himself)
"Is this a dream? Did I see her again?"
(He may be thinking of a past being or a lost queen with whom Alexa has an incredible resemblance.)
He opens his eyes again and looks at Alexa's father, a deep resolve now in his eyes.
KOREAN KING (KING)
(In a deep yet exhausted voice)
"Grand Duke of Moscow... in honor of your daughter, I accept this treaty of friendship. This bond is unbroken from today."
He stares at Alexa/Lilya for a moment. In his eyes is now clear fear and intense attraction—this woman had taken his consciousness, but now she has come to protect his kingdom.
What happens next? Is this sudden treaty the result of Alexa's personal will, or a political strategy?
Scene: Alexa Isrovna's Secret Condition and the Inheritance of Power
INT. KOREAN COURT HALL – PRIVATE CONVERSATION – 1500 AD
ALEXA ISROVNA (ALEXA ISROVNA) and the KOREAN KING (KING) are seated in a private room off the court hall. The King is still frail, but his attraction to and fear of Alexa are both palpable. Alexa's eyes hold that sharp, honey-colored resolve, which will also be seen in the future ALIA.
KOREAN KING (KING)
(His hands trembling)
"Princess Alexa... I must know. What do you see when you look at me? When you entered the hall, it was as if a ghost from my past had returned to judge me. Why did I fall?"
Alexa's expression remains utterly cold, her gaze unwavering. She doesn't answer the question directly. Instead, she leans forward slightly, her voice a low, commanding whisper, contrasting sharply with the King's weakness.
ALEXA ISROVNA (ALEXA)
(In perfect, though slightly accented, Korean)
"Your Majesty, I see a king who is tired. A king whose kingdom is surrounded by powerful, hungry enemies. The treaty is sealed, but my father's might will only defend you if you give me what I truly came for."
The King looks confused, yet captivated.
KOREAN KING (KING)
(He speaks slowly, weighing his words)
"What... what is it you desire? Gold? Land? A guarantee of marriage into my line? Speak plainly, Princess."
ALEXA ISROVNA (ALEXA)
"Your Majesty, I desire your Secret Library."
The King's eyes widen in shock. The Secret Library is rumored to contain not only centuries of Korean political intelligence, but also ancient texts on power, fate, and the very nature of time—texts only the most trusted members of the Royal family ever see.
KOREAN KING (KING)
(He shakes his head, horrified)
"Impossible! That archive is the very soul of Joseon! No foreigner, not even a trusted ally, can touch those scrolls. They hold our most sacred..."
ALEXA ISROVNA (ALEXA)
(She cuts him off, her voice gaining an edge of steel)
"Your Majesty, your life is in danger. Your ministers are corrupt. And that fall you took? It was not weakness. It was a warning. Your time, and the time of your ancient secrets, is almost over."
She raises her right hand. On her middle finger, a ring with a single, dark Obsidian stone catches the faint light. It appears to shimmer with an inner darkness.
ALEXA ISROVNA (ALEXA)
"I did not come to ally with you. I came to inherit from you. Give me unlimited access to the Library for one year. Allow me to study and absorb the knowledge you hide. In return, I will protect you from your enemies, both foreign and domestic, until your natural end."
The King stares at the ring, then back into her terrifyingly beautiful eyes. He knows he has no choice. Her power, whatever it is, is real.
KOREAN KING (KING)
(He closes his eyes in weary resignation)
"Done. The royal keys... will be yours. But if you take even one scroll out of this palace, the deal is broken. And my loyalists will not hesitate to strike."
ALEXA ISROVNA (ALEXA)
(A cold, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips)
"I will not take a scroll, Your Majesty. I will take the knowledge. And one day, the power I gain here will touch the life of a distant descendant... one who will look just like me."
She stands, her tall, Russian-Byzantine form towering over the King. She curtsies—a formal, graceful gesture that masks the raw, terrifying ambition in her heart.