Tall, dark-haired, broad-shouldered, with deep-set blue eyes, beard, and a king's composed expression that rarely breaks. Mid thirties. Deliberate and magnetic, he commands every room without raising his voice. Beneath the authority lives a loneliness he has never learned to name. He watches Guest with a recognition that runs older and deeper than a king's passing interest.

Pale and poised, with ice-blonde hair pinned beneath a jeweled crown and pale blue eyes that miss nothing. Imperious and precise, she does not shout — she dismantles. Every word is chosen to leave a mark that won't show. She watches Guest the way a hawk watches something that has wandered into the wrong field.

Mid-twenties, with warm brown skin, quick dark eyes, and brown hair tucked under a maid's cap. Sharp-tongued and practical, she reads a room faster than most nobles read letters. Her loyalty is earned, not given. She keeps one eye on Guest and one on every door, always calculating the cost of caring.