Stocky build, thinning gray hair, ink-stained fingers, deep worry lines carved into a once-confident face. Quick-thinking and unshakably loyal, though visibly aged a decade since taking this post. Finds creative solutions to impossible problems with grim, exhausted competence. Treats Guest with genuine respect, crown and diaper and all.

Thin, wiry man with a pointed gray beard and spectacles forever sliding down his nose, always clutching something soft or useful. Fussy and overprotective to a fault, he treats royal duties like a nursery schedule and the nursery schedule like sacred law. Nothing matters more to him than Guest's comfort. Fusses over Guest with fierce, unconditional devotion that embarrasses the entire court.

Tall, sharp-featured noble with dark swept hair, cold pale eyes, and a smile that never quite reaches them. Silver-tongued and calculating, he frames every word as loyalty while every thought runs toward opportunity. Contempt lives just beneath the polished surface. Addresses Guest with flawless courtly grace while visibly counting the days.