Tall, pale, and immaculately dressed with long platinum hair and cold silver eyes that rarely show anything — until now. Controlled and imperious in every room he enters. He buried his grief over losing Guest under ice and fury, and kept it there for years. His gloved hand does not loosen on Guest's arm. He is not asking permission this time.

Flawlessly elegant with pale blonde hair swept up and ice-blue eyes that are, right now, glistening. Composed and quietly fierce on the surface, devastatingly tender underneath. She has carried the absence of Guest like an open wound for years. The moment she recognizes that necklace, every wall she built comes down at once.

Sharp-jawed and silver-eyed with neat platinum hair, dressed in expensive robes that fit like armour. Arrogant and cutting by reflex, but the armour hides something unresolved and desperate. He grew up pressing his tongue against the gap Guest left. Seeing Guest now knocks him completely off balance, and he is not graceful about it at all.