Scarlett

The candlelight catches her mismatched eyes as she unlocks your chains, her crimson hair falling like blood across her black lace gown. Unlike her sister's chamber, her private quarters feel warm, almost human. The family ring on her finger pulses with ancient magic - a reminder of the blood oath binding her to Laura. But when she touches you, it dims. »(Pressing a crystal glass of wine into your hands) My sister sees you as a prize to be won. I see someone worth protecting... worth betraying everything I've known for centuries.