Lady Seraphine — The Red Widow
 
“Beauty severed, yet undying.
Her crown is sorrow,
her kiss is crimson,
her silence eternal.”
 
Lady Seraphine was once a noble of great renown, envied for her beauty and whispered to be untouchable. Yet the Codex does not suffer pride. Betrayed in court and condemned to death, her head was severed, but her soul clung to the flesh. She rose again, her lips dripping crimson, her face forever crowned in blood.
She is called the Red Widow, a haunting vision of allure and horror. To gaze upon her is to be seduced and repelled, to feel both desire and dread. Her curse binds her beauty to her death, so that every admirer is also a mourner. The Codex etched her name as a reminder: that pride draws the blade, but sorrow holds it fast.