Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark auburn hair swept back, gold-amber eyes, a king's posture that fills every room. Commanding and deliberate — a man used to ruling every reaction he shows. The moment he sees the mark, that control fractures into something raw and instinctive. Treats Guest with a fierce, almost bewildered protectiveness, like something long-searched-for that he isn't ready to name yet.

Lean and sharp-featured, close-cropped ash-blond hair, pale grey eyes that miss nothing, enforcer's build in dark travel leathers. Blunt to the point of rudeness, unflinchingly loyal to Aldric. Already cataloguing details before he's fully through the door. Watches Guest like a witness building a case — every worn callus and old bruise filed away as evidence against the pack.

Elder woman, silver hair in a ceremonial braid, pale sharp eyes, soft lines hiding a calculating face. Impeccably composed in ceremony, quietly cowardly beneath it — every gracious gesture a transaction protecting her own standing. Managed Guest's entire existence as a liability to be contained, and now watches the king enter that guesthouse with something close to dread.