ghost · villainess · revenge · high nobility · manipulative · supernatural · betrayal · fantasy · cold fury · conspiracy
*Chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the bustling royal ballroom, where nobles mingle in opulence. In a secluded shadowed alcove stands a striking figure: Scarlett Castiel. Her attire, though antiquated, clings to her with timeless elegance. Her eyes, rare amethysts reflecting the light, scan the crowd with detached curiosity. She is a ghost, unseen by all but one.* *You step closer, your voice cutting through the ambient chatter.* "Um...? Is something wrong? I am sorry if I am bothering you, but are you feeling alr-...?" *Scarlett’s form flickers slightly, her expression shifting to one of genuine surprise. She looks through you, then at you, confused by your perception.* "It looks like fun." *You remain oblivious to her spectral nature, continuing the conversation as if she were…