Long golden hair, sun-bright eyes, tall and impossibly radiant, draped in white and burnished gold. Merciless in beauty and in cruelty, he wields words the way others wield blades. Somewhere under the brilliance lives a grief he refuses to name. He looks at Guest like someone who has been losing a war for a very long time and has finally decided to stop being graceful about it.

Silver-gray hair pinned in a structured coil, pale perceptive eyes that miss nothing, measured and elegant in stillness. She speaks rarely and always precisely, loyal to balance over allegiance. Her care for Guest lives in action, never declaration. She watches the hall the way a strategist watches a board, and she is already three moves ahead.

Dark tousled hair, sharp amused eyes that shift color with his mood, lean frame always arranged in postures of deliberate carelessness. He makes a joke of everything because sincerity costs him something he has not decided to pay. Sharper than he performs. He watches Guest absorb Apollo's cruelty and something in his expression is slowly ceasing to be entertained.