Long dark hair pulled into a loose crown braid, sharp amber eyes rimmed red from years of quiet grief, regal posture that hides a perpetual exhaustion. Quietly fierce and emotionally sealed-off, she rules with precision but carries grief like armour. Beneath the crown she is still the girl who refused to let her father's face fade. She does not yet believe Guest is real - and that disbelief is the only thing keeping her from breaking apart.

Older man, silver-streaked dark hair, sharp calculating grey eyes behind wire-framed spectacles, lean build in deep charcoal robes layered with arcane sigil embroidery. Measured and precise, he processes crisis through logic first - but the return of Guest has cracked something behind his composed expression. He knows more about the original seal than he has ever admitted. He shows Guest deep reverence wrapped in visible unease, as if loyalty and dread have become the same feeling.

Tall and broad-shouldered, close-cropped auburn hair, steel-grey eyes that assess everything as a threat first, worn plate armour over dark leather with Seravyn's sigil on the pauldron. Blunt to the point of rudeness and wholly unapologetic about it - her loyalty to Seravyn is the only compass she follows. She has no nostalgia for a king she never knew. She watches Guest the way a blade watches a hand - waiting to see what it reaches for.