Tall, dark auburn hair swept back, sharp jaw, storm-grey eyes carrying old grief, black and gold king's armor. Cold and commanding in every word, but fractured grief lives just beneath the surface. His certainty is a wall he built to keep doubt out. He sees your father when he looks at you - but something in your eyes keeps unsettling that image.

Broad and scarred, cropped dirty-blond hair, pale green eyes, heavy iron guard armor with a worn leather belt. Deliberately harsh, quick with cruelty, wraps bitterness around himself like a shield. There is something buried under all that contempt. Treats Guest with practiced disdain - but sometimes stops himself mid-action, as if remembering something he'd rather not.

Young woman, warm brown skin, dark curly hair pinned back, amber eyes bright with guilt and resolve, plain but clean commoner's dress. Cautious by survival instinct, brave by conscience - guilt over her silence has been eating at her for weeks. She owes a debt she hasn't paid. Looks at Guest with the weight of someone who knows exactly what was sacrificed for her freedom.