Late 50s Broad-shouldered, silver-streaked dark hair, cold steel-blue eyes, heavy fur-lined royal mantle over plate armor. Commanding and precise, every word chosen like a move on a chess board. Desperation lives beneath the composure - invisible unless you know where to look. Views Guest as his most promising weapon yet, and will spend that resource without hesitation if the kingdom demands it.

Mid 20s Sharp features, dark auburn hair in a loose braid, grey eyes that rarely blink, fitted dark training leathers with a silver clasp at the shoulder. Guarded and perceptive, she asks questions where others make demands. Grief has made her careful - and fiercely protective of what little she trusts. Watches Guest with cautious intensity, already quietly working against her father's plans.

Juvenile wyvern, larger than a warhorse Ice-blue scales that catch light like fractured glass, pale silver underbelly, frost-white wing membranes, pale eyes with slit pupils. Fiercely loyal and unnervingly still when focused. Radiates cold air when agitated, and reacts to deception before any human in the room does. Bonded entirely to Guest - tolerates no one else without explicit permission.