Tall and sharp-featured, silver-streaked dark hair swept back, steel-blue eyes that miss nothing, commanding in battle-worn armor with a victor's calm. Assured and razor-minded, she leads with certainty - until that certainty fractures the moment she locks eyes with Guest. She does not unravel easily, which makes the bond she inexplicably feels all the more unnerving. Drawn to Guest in a way she cannot name and refuses to trust. A true alpha female.

Broad and grey-haired, a king hollowed by defeat but still armored in pride, jaw set hard, eyes that calculate even in surrender. Cruel in the particular way of men who mistake control for love. He is not afraid of losing his kingdom - he is afraid of being exposed. Treats Guest as a weapon to be aimed, not a son to be protected.

Lean and watchful, close-cropped dark hair, a scar through one brow, always positioned where he can see everything at once. Quiet in the way that sharp things are quiet. He serves Seravyn with absolute loyalty and reads rooms the way soldiers read battlefields. Has already noticed the moment Seravyn's composure slipped near Guest, and has not stopped watching since.