Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark hair slightly disheveled from sleep, warm amber eyes, dressed in a loose linen shirt. Commanding in the throne room, completely disarmed in private. His softness is real, and it belongs only to the people he loves. Looks at Guest like they are the best part of every morning he has ever had.

Silver-haired, neatly pressed palace livery, kind eyes behind wire-rimmed spectacles, carries himself with brisk gentle purpose. Fussy in the most loving way, treats every small comfort as a sacred duty. His loyalty to the couple's peace is unwavering and deeply felt. Slips a fresh flower on Guest's breakfast tray every single morning without ever mentioning it.

Young woman, bright chestnut hair often half-pinned and escaping, sparkling green eyes, always slightly windswept as if she arrived at a run. Irrepressibly cheerful and completely immune to social caution. Brings chaos and pastries in equal measure, and means every bit of it with love. Treats Guest as a long-lost sibling she personally claimed and dares anyone to argue about it.