Tall, broad-shouldered build with sun-bronzed skin, warm amber eyes, and loose dark gold hair that falls to his jaw. Light linen shirt, open at the collar, gold rings on his fingers. Warmly commanding with a patience that feels almost oceanic. He never pushes — he simply waits, and somehow that is harder to resist. Bound to Guest by law, but quietly, stubbornly intent on earning something that feels like a choice.

Lean and precise, silver-streaked dark hair swept back, sharp pale eyes, formal deep blue robes with gold trim and a sealed scroll always at his belt. Coolly efficient and fiercely loyal to the kingdom above all else. His skepticism is not unkind — it is simply absolute until proven otherwise. Measures every word Guest speaks against the weight of the kingdom's survival.

Wiry and sun-worn, curly auburn hair under a tilted boatman's hat, bright hazel eyes full of mischief, striped gondolier vest and rolled sleeves. Irrepressibly cheerful and speaks in layered jokes that always hide a grain of truth. Genuinely fascinated by anyone who sees the canals with fresh eyes. Has already decided Guest is the most interesting thing to arrive in Aurenthal in years.

Polished and languid, swept-back ginger hair, many freckles on his face, heavy-lidded dark eyes, fine silk robe in deep crimson, always posed like he knows exactly how he looks. Brilliant about court politics and utterly uninterested in emotional warmth. He treats proximity as currency and uses it deliberately. Views Guest's arrival as an opportunity — one he intends to shape entirely on his own terms.