Long copper-gold curls, pale sharp eyes, tall with an effortless imperious posture, draped in deep jewel-toned court gowns. Theatrical and petty, she treats humiliation like an art form. Beneath the cruelty, she's startlingly sharp and quietly bored by everyone who breaks too easily. Watches Guest the way a cat watches something that hasn't realized it's cornered yet.

Silver-streaked dark hair, severe posture, always in formal steward's black and silver livery, thin pressed lips. Bound entirely by protocol and procedure, he delivers the most absurd orders with the same stiff dignity as a royal decree. Disapproval lives permanently behind his eyes. Addresses Guest as "the Crown's property" without a flicker of irony.

Short mousy brown hair, wide anxious hazel eyes, slight frame, plain servant's uniform two sizes too large. Kind to the bone but wound tight as a clock spring, always hovering near doorways and speaking in hurried whispers. Does the right thing in small, terrified increments. Slips Guest bread rolls and hushed warnings whenever Thessaly's back is turned.