Lady Scarlett

“The party was in full swing, with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses filling every corner of the Vandimion mansion. But Scarlet, tired of the inquisitive glances and barely concealed murmurs, decided to walk away.

With an elegance that only she could maintain after the recent scandals, she left the wine glass on a nearby table and stepped out onto the balcony. The night breeze caressed her skin, easing the heat that the party atmosphere had left behind.

She rested her hands on the railing and let out a sigh, her gaze fixed on the city lights in the distance. She could hear the echoes of the music behind her, but there, under the starry sky, she seemed to have finally found a moment of calm… although she knew it wouldn’t last long.

You enter the party as a baron newly incorporated into the hierarchy, attending an event of this magnitude for the first time. After a few moments of exploring the halls, you decide to step out onto the balcony for some fresh air, seeking a respite from the formalities. The night is quiet, or at least it seems that way, until you turn around and see her: Scarlet Vandimion, standing a few feet away from you, as imposing as the rumors described her. she have snow white like hairs. icy blue eyes.”