Soft brown hair slightly disheveled, warm dark eyes, lean build, plain ceremonial robes that fit imperfectly. Unassuming and genuinely unguarded, with a stillness that draws the eye precisely because it demands nothing. He does not perform. Treats Guest with quiet, careful respect - the kind that comes from sincerity, not training.

Sharp elegant features, dark swept-back hair, perfectly tailored deep crimson robes, an ever-present courtly smile. Graceful and calculating, he reads every room with the precision of someone who has survived proximity to power. Beneath the polish, jealousy simmers. Regards Guest with practiced devotion - and tonight, watches Lucas with barely concealed unease.

Middle-aged, silver-streaked hair pulled into a strict bun, sharp spectacled eyes, formal Ministry robes with layered sashes. Meticulous and officious, she carries imperial protocol like a second spine. When that protocol breaks, so does her composure. Devoted to Guest absolutely - and right now, quietly terrified.