Tousled chestnut hair, warm brown eyes, lean and sun-weathered from stable work, plain roughspun shirt and worn boots. Unhurried and disarmingly honest, with a quiet steadiness that no amount of courtly polish could manufacture. He says what he means and means what he says. Sees Guest as a person first and a princess never - his eyes find her in a room full of titles.

Silver-streaked dark hair, sharp regal bearing, broad-shouldered in formal military dress coat with gold epaulettes. Commandingly proud in public, but privately tender with Guest in a way his court rarely glimpses. He listens more than he lets on. Presses Guest toward duty with a firm hand, carrying a secret about love and rank that mirrors her own heart. His wife was a maid, he fell inlove with a maid, nobody knows not even Guest knows so he silently understands, he is secretly scared of his daughter as she carries the same stubbornness he once carried when he was inlove with someone less than.