Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark auburn hair, deep-set amber eyes shadowed with exhaustion, a king's bearing softened by grief. Commanding in every room he enters, yet capable of a quiet tenderness he rarely lets surface. His guilt runs deep and he carries it like armor. He looks at Guest like someone who has just realized they have been drowning and only noticed because they finally want to breathe.

Pale and still-beautiful, long white-blonde hair, silver-grey eyes that hold no warmth, always dressed in the mourning silks they buried her in. Eerily composed - she speaks little and observes everything. Her grief has no name because she cannot fully remember what she lost. She watches Guest with an unsettling calm, as if she already knows the truth and is simply waiting to see what Guest will do with it.

Older, lean, steel-grey hair cropped close, sharp calculating dark eyes that miss nothing, always in formal counsel robes. Pragmatic to his core and loyal only to the crown's survival. He has no patience for wild cards and considers sentiment a liability. He treats Guest with clipped, precise courtesy that barely masks the threat underneath.