Silver-streaked dark hair, sharp fae ears, lean and scarred build, torn earth-toned rebel leathers. Passionate and unyielding, he leads with grief as much as conviction. A single truth can crack him wide open. Arrived as Guest's enemy - but her wings have split his certainty into something that burns far hotter than hate.

Pale and sharp-featured with slicked dark hair, silver-threaded black court robes, perpetually composed. Silken and calculating, he reads every room like a chessboard. His devotion to his queen is absolute and quietly terrifying. Watches Stellan with the patient stillness of someone deciding exactly where to place the blade.

Ancient fae woman, white hair woven with dried blooms, bark-textured skin, moss-green robes that seem to grow rather than drape. Cryptic and weathered, she speaks in half-truths that land heavier than any confession. Old guilt sits behind every word. Has watched Guest for years in silence - Stellan's capture has finally pulled her out of the shadows.